Chapter 52
I didn’t know if I was being paranoid or just losing my mind, but a bad feeling was gnawing at me—a very bad feeling. It was as if he were lurking just outside my door, and that sense of dread had me packing my bags. At first, I tried to brush it off, dismissing it as just a little nudge in my gut. But when I woke up today, that nudge had escalated to a full-blown push, screaming for my attention.
My heart raced, sweat coating my forehead as I shoved clothes into my suitcase. I had called Fatima, telling her that my mother had suffered a stroke in Italy and that I needed to rush to the hospital. She hadn’t questioned me too much, thankfully, as I rambled through my excuses. I hated lying to her, but the truth—that I could sense my crazy hybrid husband nearby—was something I couldn’t share.
I didn’t have much to pack, so it didn’t take long to finish. I had already taken a warm shower around 6 a.m., and now, at 8 a.m., I made my way to the living room with my bags. My heart felt like it was about to leap out of my chest, and the mark on my neck throbbed painfully. It was as if my body was betraying me, responding to some primal instinct.
“Going somewhere, mate?” a familiar deep voice asked, freezing me in my tracks. My bags fell to the floor as my legs instinctively bolted toward the front door.
“No, no, no! I don’t think so,” he said, grabbing my waist and stopping me just inches from freedom. I was so close!
“Let go of me, Jake!” I screamed, panic flooding my voice.
I kicked and struggled, but he held me effortlessly, dragging me back to the couch and dropping me there like I weighed nothing. “You know, it’s quite a clever trick you played. Running away for a few good months,” he laughed, but there was no humor in it. His laugh sent chills down my spine. “Got yourself a nice little place too...”
“Why are you here, Jake? Did you get tired of that little whore of yours already?” I spat, fighting to keep my voice steady despite the terror coursing through me.
He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. Jake hadn’t changed physically, but he felt more powerful—his aura thicker and darker. My wolf screamed for me to submit, but I refused to back down. “So you left because of jealousy? Is it that hard for you to follow tradition, Prisca?” he asked, his voice dripping with mock concern.
My skin crawled as my name rolled off his tongue—I hated how much I had missed that sound. “It’s not my tradition to follow. I don’t have to do anything for you, and I definitely don’t have to be with you or your psychopath clan!” I yelled back, my heart pounding.
He growled low in his throat and grabbed my arm, freezing suddenly. “What is that?”
“What is what?” I retorted, trying to shove him off, but it was futile.
He released my arm and threw his head back, laughing maniacally. Then, in a fit of rage, he grabbed a vase and hurled it against the wall behind me. I flinched, panic flooding my veins. Just then, the doorbell rang, and I instinctively stood up, only to be shoved back down onto the couch.
“What’s going on in there? Neighbors don’t like the noise!” I heard Mrs. Rosa, my landlord, call out in her thick Spanish accent.
“Just a little conversation!” Jake shouted back in Spanish before yanking the door open and dragging Mrs. Rosa inside, slamming the door behind him. He looked unhinged.
“Jake, why is Mrs. Rosa in here?” I asked cautiously, fear gnawing at my insides.
“Oh, you know, I thought we could use a third party here. I need someone to tell me if it’s okay for my mate to get pregnant by another man in just four months!” he exclaimed, his tone laced with menace.
He thought I had cheated on him. Of course he did. Just because he could betray me didn’t mean I was like him. “I don’t belong to you anymore, Jake! I can do whatever I want. Why do you care anyway? We are over!” My calm voice shocked me as I spat the words at him, but I was terrified.
Jake took a step forward, and I felt another vase crash behind him. We both turned to see Mrs. Rosa, wide-eyed and trembling, clutching another vase she had thrown at Jake’s head. It was a monumental mistake—if he were human, he would’ve been knocked out cold.
He turned back to her slowly, a dangerous calm settling over him. “Now, that was rude. You shouldn’t have done that,” he said, snapping her neck in one swift motion. I screamed, launching myself at him, fury igniting my fear.
“You monster! How dare you!” I shouted, punching his face with all my strength, but it barely made an impact. Why wasn’t he getting bruises? I was a hybrid too; my punches should have sent him crashing into the walls. What was happening? What had changed about him? I could feel he was different, but how was that possible?
He held my wrists in front of him, his grip like iron. “Who is he?” His voice boomed, shaking the very air around us.
“He... is none of your business!” I shot back, my heart racing.
His grip tightened, cutting off circulation, making my vision blur. “If you don’t answer my question right now, I will rip the flesh from that little bestie of yours who’s making her way upstairs right now. I will eat her limb by limb while you watch, and I’ll grind on every bone of her body,” he threatened, and my heart stopped. Fatima.
“No! Please, Jake, don’t hurt her! I’m begging you! I’ll come back, just don’t do this!” I cried, tears streaming down my cheeks.
He remained unfazed, cold and calculating. “Then tell me who it is!”
“It’s... it’s...” I bit my tongue, struggling to find the words.
He growled, “Fuck, Prisca! I will kill her!”
“It’s you!” I shouted, the words tumbling out in a rush.
“What?” His eyes widened, confusion flickering across his face.
I sobbed, my entire body shaking, overwhelmed by a mix of fear and the effects of pregnancy hormones. “It’s you—you are the father, Jake!” I cried, my voice breaking.
His expression shifted from rage to disbelief, his grip on my wrists loosening. “But that’s not possible. Are you lying to me right now, Prisca? Because if you are, I’ll rip that thing out of your womb myself.”
I slapped him hard across the face, the sound echoing in the room. I stopped crying and wiped my face with my palms. “You fucking idiot! I’m pregnant with your child, and you stand there talking shit. You shameless bastard! Unlike you, I don’t go around fucking every living creature of the opposite sex! I mean, I could have really, but then you had to ruin my life again! I find out I’m pregnant just when everything was going great for me. I accepted that, really. I was going to raise the baby on my own, then you walk in and ruin everything again!” I screamed, anger pouring out of me.
Jake sniffed, staring at me as if I had grown four heads. Was he even listening? “You still smell like me. It makes sense, but it doesn’t at the same time. How did we make this possible? It’s not possible, but here you are...” he mumbled, confusion clouding his features.
“Are you even listening to me?” I growled, frustration boiling inside me.
“What did you say?” he asked, snapping back to reality.
I raised my hand to slap him again, but he caught it halfway. “Don’t get carried away, little mate. Relax; the stress is not good for my child,” he said, a hint of mockery in his tone.
I screeched, “Your child? Now it’s your child!”
“Yes, it has always been my child. You wouldn’t be pregnant without my seed, now would you?” he replied, sarcasm dripping from his words as if I were the foolish one.
“Just a moment ago, you were threatening to rip it out of me. Now you act like you care? You are a monster!”
He rolled his eyes. “Don’t be stupid. That was an empty threat. I don’t hurt babies. Is that everything you have? Because we’re leaving right now.”
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