My hands fell on the top of my belly, and I wasn't able to hold back the tears. Soon, I began a crying mess as I began to wonder how exactly I ended up in this situation in the first place.
I was already a few weeks pregnant and planned to share the good news with Dante soon, but now, it didn't even seem like it would be necessary.
For the rest of the day, my mind kept dancing around previous conversations with Dante and the number of times when he would tell me that he wasn't ready for a pup.
Werewolves were creatures that craved physical intimacy, especially with their mates, yet Dante hardly ever touched me. One of his excuses was that he wasn't ready for pups yet. I guess that the rule only applied to me.
I felt stupid thinking that he was starting to consider a family with me when he suddenly started talking about pups and started getting closer to me.
Night fell, and it was only then that I got to see Dante.
He was quick to approach me and hug me from behind before peppering hot kisses against my neck.
This wasn't Dante I knew.
“What is it?” I asked in a harsh voice ready to get as far away from him as possible.