Chapter 98

Elle’s Point of view

"W-what exactly are you attempting to say?" While I pretended to be amused, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease. I couldn't look Logan in the eyes since I was aware that he was looking at me as well.

I was perspiring profusely at the time. I can see his face is suddenly filled with interest as he listens to what the lady has to say, so I try to block off that thought by reacting to what the woman has to say in order to oppose it.

The fact that Logan wraps his hand around my stomach and grips my belly as if he were feeling the inside of it makes me laugh.

"I guess I just ate too much," I joked. knowing it's too late for that because Logan wraps his hand.

I don’t know if I am really pregnant and I don’t want Logan to make his hopes high.

There is old woman servant who approached us and said I seem to be pregnant.

“Really? Forgive me my ladyship if I have misinformation." She touched the back of her neck, as if embarrassed by what she had said, and I laughed and grabbed Logan’s hand to get it out of my stomach, but he didn't say anything. He seemed to be growing a little too comfortable.

When the elderly woman left, I waited for her to return before shoving Logan out of the way as far as I could. The moment I was ready to enter the house and was about to shut the door behind me, he used his hand to keep the door from closing on me. A vicious glare from me was met solely with one from him in return. I pressed harder on the door, but he resisted even more forcefully. Despite the fact that I knew I couldn't resist him, I simply stood there and let him open the door all the way.

After walking in the door, his first question was, "Is it true?"

As I returned to him, I saw that my expression had remained unchanged from the last time I saw him. It's clear what he's talking about, but I'd sooner die blind than tell him the truth, since he'll only ask me to abort the child. He saw how I suffered when I gave birth to Fragon and he did tell me that he doesn’t want to see me like that again.

Well, sometimes whenever we are having sex, he is asking me if he could get me pregnant again.. I'd rather lie to him for reasons that I'm sure he doesn't understand or agree with.

"Which one do you think is correct?" My arms were crossed and I raised an eyebrow at him as I inquired. The fact that the light had been switched on meant that I couldn't avoid looking him in the eyes anymore. His eyes were wounded by my frigid looks.

"The child," he said without faltering, and he seemed even more solid in his determination.

"Child? WHAT?" After putting him on the spot and interrogating him loudly, I yelled and laughed. Despite the fact that I gritted my teeth in response to him, I didn't demonstrate to him that I comprehend what he was saying. He did nothing except stand there and stare at me until I stopped laughing. Immediately after it finished, I wiped the corner of my eye, pretending to cry since I had been laughing so hard. I also rub the side of my stomach to make him even more angry with me.

Because of my response, he didn't say anything, and he looked to be in a bad mood. Even though I wanted to tell him, I couldn't since I wasn't used to seeing him in that manner. As a result, I shifted my gaze away from him and just turned away from him.

"You needn't be concerned; I am not pregnant." I walked about the room appearing to be busy, but he continued to follow me, so I just told him what I was telling him at that point. “Why are you still here? I told you already, I am not pregnant.”

"Can you tell me why you keep lying?" Compared to mine, his voice is colder and more difficult to hear. It seemed as if my hairs were standing on end, and he couldn't say anything to express his displeasure. I wanted to make fun of him because his face is so cute to look at.

“Why?" I've turned my back on him totally.

“Elle!”

Because of his rapid response, I was compelled to immediately become quiet. After he called me, something in my heart jumped for joy. I had a tingling sensation in my stomach and simply stared at him, while he looked at my face as though he remembered every detail of what was happening. When I was unable to speak anymore as a result of calling me, he poured forth every statement he could think of.

"I am not going to get angry if you tell me the truth. I don’t hide anything from you anymore so I hope you will do the same.." He was upset as a result of what I had said, and something in his words struck something in my heart, but I was able to keep the grin from breaking out, so I turned away from him. Perhaps he has realized that when I am unable to look him in the eyes, I turn my back on him so that he is not aware of my response.

"Really?" was all I could muster up in response to him.

My memory of what occurred next is hazy at best, but as far as I can tell, his lips are already on mine, and he's kissing me fiercely at this point. Although my eyes were still wide open at first, it gradually dawned on me how he had drawn my face and kissed me. My arms wrapped around his neck as his kiss fell on my neck, and I couldn't help but return the kiss with my arms around his neck. Because he was the one who stole my virginity, he was the one who taught me how to kiss for the first time. I'm paying attention to the movement of our lips.

And because he's supporting me right there on the floor, we'll probably have sex on the floor for the second time tonight. I pushed him to the floor as I was laying down on it, and we were ready to continue with what we were doing at that point. When I pulled off my blanket, I could feel the coolness of the floor under me. He simply stands there, watching my every action as I get more and more aroused. The doctor mentioned that being sexually frustrated is a common occurrence during pregnancy, which may explain why I'm feeling this way right now.

During his lying position, I crawled up onto him and stripped down to his underwear, after which his cock struck my cheek as if by magic. I spat on it and ran my fingers up and down my palms, hoping to get it moist and make it slick. Having checked that it was slippery, I placed his cock between my breasts and titjobbed him. I'm not sure whether this was the best decision, but it's what I came up with. Immediately after, I moved my boobs up and down his crotch, and to my surprise, a considerable quantity of white juice flowed into my face. He's got a cum.

In order to shove his cock into my pussy, I sat on his stomach and rubbed his cock again while he was regaining his strength. In order to obtain support, he raised his head and placed his hand on my waist, while my hands rested on his abdomen. My body started to move as he grabbed my hips in order to support me in every movement, and I elevated my body as I felt him inside me. Sweat was streaming down my neck, and I had no idea what to do next in order to make it to the finish line.

When I was unable to persuade him to stop what I was doing, he altered our respective postures. We took a seat next to one other, and he placed his chest against mine. I looked away from him as he fiddled with the side of my chest. The man pinches my nipple, seemingly trying to dislodge it from its current location, but I'm not sure what he's thinking since I'm the one who is enjoying more pleasure at the moment. I used the back of my hand to cover my lips since I had just recently cum and didn't want anybody to overhear me or overhear anything else I was saying. As he played with my chest, he touched my ass and pushed his fingers into my pussy, making me moan.

When he was through toying with my pussy, he threw me down on the floor again, but this time there was a covering from what he was wearing. No one says anything to us, and the only sounds we hear are grunts from one another. Eventually, I was able to lie down on my back again and he lifted my legs and pressed his face on my pussy. The moment he smeared his scorching saliva over my private parts, I covered my mouth with my hand. Because it gives me pleasure to play with his hair, I don't want him to see my face even more when he licks my clitoris and I play with his hair.

We had lost track of the time when we were supposed to be completed. The two of us were resting in each other's arms, and he kissed the top of my head. It seemed like we were both OK in an instant, but I couldn't help but wonder why I was allowing myself to go after destiny when everything I wanted was there in front of me. I had several opportunities, but in the end, I simply allowed myself to fall in love with him because I could see my shadow, which he had already fallen in love with. If humans are unable to reject their fated spouse, then so are other werewolves in the same situation. No matter how much they want to despise the person they adore, they only see themselves traveling in the direction of that someone.

"What if I'm pregnant?" I stated this while tightly embracing him. Since the light went out during the hot night, I'm unable to see his face.

When he kissed my head and scented my hair again, he continued, "Then the children you carry will have a happy family because we will provide it to them." There was a gentle touch on my heart, as if to reassure me that everything would be great and that I didn't need to be concerned any more. With my face against his, I explained that the words and news he needed to hear were in front of him.

"I'm pregnant, I got scared that you will be angry so I lied." I said gently, hoping he'd catch on to what I was saying. I bit the bottom of my lower lip and closed my eyes to keep my worries about his expected response hidden. My sense of being blinded and unable to swallow the saliva that had accumulated on my tongue was heightened when he didn't say anything. Although it would be rude of me to pass up the chance to ask him a follow-up question, I would. “I planned to have many children.”

To my surprise, he suddenly sat up and came dangerously close to hitting my head. Due to the fact that the moon was shining brightly for us, I observed his tears welling up in the corner of his eye, and I wasn't sure what to expect when he abruptly gripped me.

"I'm madly in love with you. "Thank you very much for everything."

No one has ever taught me that freeing your loved ones is something that can only be given to them, and I am glad for that.

It is not about avenging oneself, but about forgiving one's own. We must learn to accept that not everything is in the past and that retaliation is the answer.

When you allow them to remain with you, you have the power to cage them since you are unable to set them free, even if that is what they want. Not only will you be forced to live in the dark, but so will they. They would be unable to escape since they are cognizant that you are still holding them. It is impossible to forgive those around you if you yourself are not ready to forgive yourself.

There are certain wounds that need to be opened only to get a sense of how much it actually feels, but there are others that need to be sewn together to heal properly. So that we no longer have any recollection of the agony that was inflicted upon us yesterday.

It was through my time with Logan that I realized how important it is to allow ourselves to be happy because not everyone can heal, but you must make amends yourself first.