Chapter 42
Anastasia wasn’t sure what she was expecting when she finally arrived at the pack to officially start her maternity leave from work, but she was looking forward to spending the little time until the baby arrived around her friends and the loving parents of the child she was carrying.
Although, through the small sea of wolves that had huddled outside to greet and welcome her, she didn’t find the hazel green ones she was subconsciously looking for.
She knew it was highly improbable that Marcellus himself would be standing outside the pack house waiting for her, especially since he was Alpha and mostly likely had a million other things that required his dire and immediate attention, but she couldn’t help but feel disappointed.
Unfortunately, this disappointment spilled in the next few days where she hadn’t spotted the Alpha wolf anywhere. She couldn’t quite prove it, but she had an inkling feeling that the big bad wolf was purposely going out of his way to avoid her at all costs, especially when she had sworn that she had seen him in the kitchen that one time, but then he had instantly disappeared after she had blinked her eyes.
Well, either that or pregnancy was making her crazy. Anastasia chuckled at the thought, especially since she couldn’t completely rule it out.
“You look hungry.” A soothing voice sounded aloud, causing Anastasia to blink and return to reality, a momentary break from the musings in her mind.
“You fed me a full English breakfast not even half an hour ago.” She chuckled as she gazed back at Mary, the head chef for the pack house and very much-loved member of the pack.
“Yes, but when I was pregnant with my Billy, I was hungry all the time.” Mary laughed softly as she continued working at the stove, glancing back at Anastasia from over her shoulder.
“You have a point there.” She chuckled and pressed a hand against her stomach. “It’s like I never get full anymore.”
“Well, that’s being pregnant for you.”
Anastasia laughed softly.
“What are you doing, Mary?” She asked curiously, trying to look around the woman’s back, though was unsuccessful from the kitchen stool that she was sat on.
“I’m just plating up some breakfast to take to the Alpha. He skipped dinner last night.”
After receiving an answer that she hadn’t expected, her lips parted in surprised as she was at a momentary loss for words.
Anastasia knew that she was probably overthinking it and completely off mark, but she couldn’t help but think that he was purposely going out of his way to avoid her and now, was skipping meals to do so.
She wasn’t quite sure what she had done wrong to warrant such behaviour, but she didn’t appreciate it one bit and demanded answers. However, she wouldn’t be able to get any if he continued to ignore her like this.
“Are you okay, dear?” Once again, Mary’s question snapped her back to reality.
“Yes.” She nodded as she pushed back the stool she was sat on and slowly rose to her feet, careful not to move too fast. “Why don’t I take it for you?”
“No, I couldn’t ask that of you.” Mary dismissed with a simple shake of her hand as she placed a plate of food, a cup of coffee and a tall glass of water on a tray and lifted it into the air.
“It’s honestly fine, Mary.” Anastasia tried to assure her with a wide grin on her face. “I need to speak to the Alpha about something anyway.”
Mary frowned slightly but eventually gave in.
“Fine, but only because you insisted.”
Anastasia grinned back at her before accepting the tray and slowly waddling out of the kitchen, through the living room, past the stairs and down the hallway where she knew his office was the first door on the right and his bedroom the second.
Balancing the tray in one hand, she raised a hand and knocked gently three times.
A few moments passed and when she couldn’t hear anything from behind the door, she wondered if he wasn’t in his office. She moved over and knocked on his bedroom door but when she was met with the same empty response, she found herself standing in front of the office door once again, considering trying to knock again in case he simply hadn’t heard her the first time. However, that argument was trumped by the fact that he was a werewolf and had probably been able to sense her walking around the pack house since the moment she woke up.
Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all.
However, before she could turn around and leave, he called out to her.
“Come in, Anastasia.”
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