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Obsession: the Lycan king's Human Mate

"Wha—" "You're pregnant!" She squealed, "Ah, young love. Don't worry. I will be with you every step of the way-" Adeline tuned her out and was focusing on the pamphlets that were kept on the other side of the room. Those that had the options of pregnancies. She wanted those, she wanted to know what other options did she have. "Can I have those?" she pointed to the papers and the doctor looked at them frowning. The doctor glanced at them and disapproval crossed her face. "Why? You don't need them." She was a wolf. Adeline realised. Shit. "Um," Adeline got up from the bed but the doctor stood in the way. "I need to . . go . . " The doctor gave her a tight-lipped smile. "Honey, you are in no state to leave but don't worry I will let your mate know and he will come here to pick you up." Shit. Shit. Shit. If he knew then her chances were slim. "No need for that!" They both turned to the door and Noah stood there, her protector as he claimed. "I am here to pick her up." He grinned and his eyes narrowed, compelling the woman. "Let's go." He turned to Adeline who ran along as the woman stood frozen. They walked out of the room and she palmed her belly. There was a life inside and now she had to choose. The child or her? But that is not all. Throw in human sacrifices, vampires, siren, voodoo aunts and of course, every supernatural myth coming true. Who was really going to protect her? ***** *Slow-burn*

Inara_Me · แฟนตาซี
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Mortifying.

It was twenty-three minutes past seven. The time when Xavier would come to her house and they walk to the bus stop together. It was their daily routine. He would pick her up and they would walk together to the bus stop. She would often lay her head on his shoulder throughout the entire ride.

She could hear the clatter of dishes, her father was washing the dishes from their breakfast and she was watching the clock hand tick.

Tick.

Tick.

It reached 6.

Tick tick.

It's reached 8.

Tick and tick and tick. It seems to move at an amazingly well speed that it didn't in maths period.

Twenty four.

It was Seven twenty-four am. One minute till he came to get her.

The one who saw her naked. And he whistled. 

God. God. God. God. She closed her eyes forcefully and grimaced. Why did it have to happen?! 

Why can't she falls sick or hurt herself this once? When she needs it the most?