Chapter 184
Akira's POV
Three weeks later
A lot of things happen in three weeks. Aside from the union that was held at the garden, we did another at Gold Moon Pack.
For the first time, I met Wolfie's mother and I visited the place where he was born and have known all his life. I met other wolves from his pack, they were friendly, and the joy on their face, when they met me was something I couldn't explain, I was expecting them to frown at me because I was a human but it was the other way round, they were being friendly and helpful, they even asked if Logan was coming back as the alpha and taking me as his Luna but Wolfie said no, that they were free to crown Meredith the new alpha and he didn't think our baby will want to come back here but Meredith didn't like the idea, he said he didn't want the crown as well.
I understand the reason he said that, but it's not my story to tell, the man's heart was driven away from the pack and he wanted a different life as well, just like Wolfie.
Wolfie didn't want to know the gender of the baby because he didn't want to freak out, even though he told me a thousand times that he is not picky that a pup is a pup, I know he wanted a female. For his peace of mind, I decided not to go through that. So we just avoid going for a scan for the pup. When my mom asked if we had done a Scan to know the gender, I told her that the pup was not yet formed, even though the pup was going to six months already.
"Pup..." A smile spread across my face as I remember the day, I referred to the baby as a pup, mother almost freaked out, saying why would I refer to my baby as a pup, that he is a child not a young one of a wolf.
I just smile, if only she knew I was carrying a shifter inside me. Up on till now, they had no idea who Wolfie is, and I have no plans of telling them his real identity.
I stared at Wolfie who was sleeping beside me, his steady breath made his chest rise and fall, it was mesmerizing and a sight to behold, with his hair falling to his face and side, he was looking hot, smile playing on my lips as I trace his jawline with my eyes that were slightly covered with his hair, my hand moves to my neck, were he had bitten me, the night of our union, he didn't even drink much of my blood, did he even drink it or it was the blood that came out of my neck when he marks me that he had licked off.
I told him to drink from me but he refused even after the doctor said I was safe and that he could drink a cup from me every day, he still didn't do it. Sometimes, I volunteered to cut myself if he was finding it difficult to let out his wolf to cut me but he refused, saying, that he was fine.
Probably he is fine since he has been doing all the activities he had been doing since we met, we had sex almost every night since we had our union and I moved in with him except for last night and the previous one before last night, he said he was tired that I should just let him rest.
My fingers dance around his hair and face, admiring the godlike human on my bed, before I run my arms around my tummy which is a bit protruding, "Baby, did you see how handsome your father is?" I whispered as I propped myself on my elbow looking at him, admiring his perfect sculpture, slowly my eyes moved from his face down to his neck then to his shoulder, my eyes were about to wander to his chest when his voice came up, as if sensing my gaze.
"You like what you see?" He murmur with his eyes still closed. I let out a chuckle.
"Sure, you know that you are a sight to behold, I think you should be on those front page magazines, like those hot male models." his lips curve into a smug grin.
"Hmmm... so you wouldn't mind if I stand with bare chest on the front page of a magazine."
"You don't need to take off your shirt, you could still be hot with your complete wear," I whisper as I press kisses on his forehead.
"But I think it will be hotter if I am bare-chested and flexing my muscles in front of the camera..." I tittered as he flexed his muscles and with the way his chest was going up and down, it was a sight to behold, his muscles flexing beneath his skin. His broad chest tensed, the definition becoming more pronounced. My gaze lowered to his chest as admiration for the man overwhelmed me. "what do you think? Should I still..." I didn't hear the rest of the words as my eyes locked on his bare chest that he was flexing in front of me. I gasped as I stared at the supposed wolf tattoo on his chest, when I first saw it, I thought it was a tattoo but after Wolfie revealed that he was dying, he told me what I thought was a tattoo was his disease spreading.
It was dim the last two days and now it was brighter and had spread across his chest even his shoulder was covered with it. My breath hitched, my stomach knotting with fear.
"Wolfie..." I murmured, my fingers trembled as I reached out but stopped just before touching it. The mark was too visible, as if alive, feeding off him. My expression darkened. This wasn’t supposed to happen. My blood would have been his cure, and I thought he was... My thoughts stopped when I realized that, apart from telling me that he was too tired to have sex with me, I hadn't seen his nude chest for the past two days.
A sudden shudder ran through him, his muscles tensing as if in pain. I gasped, pulling back. His brows furrowed, his breathing becoming uneven. I clenched my fists, helplessness clawing at my chest.
“Why is it spreading so fast?” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the silent cabin.
Wolfie jumped off the bed fast, as he grabbed his shirt and threw it over his head. “It’s nothing,” he murmured, but the strain in his voice betrayed him.
Tears burned behind my eyes. I knew better. And I wouldn’t just stand by and watch him be consumed. "What do you mean it's nothing?" His gaze went to me. "is the disease spreading..."
"Stop it, I am fine..." He said turning from me, but I noticed his hand went to his chest, rubbing hard on it.
"Wolfie..."
"I said I am fine..." His voice was a little bit high, and I flinched, "fuck..." He cursed before he turned his gaze to me, my eyes were already welled up with tears. "I am sorry, I will just shower and the picnic, when did you want it to..." His words didn't finish, he let out a sharp cry of pain, as his hand held his chest, clutching too hard as he collapsed on the floor of the cabin.
"Wolfie no..." I called as my eyes darted around the cabin, looking for something I could use to open my wrist or any part of my body.
My eyes fell on the pen and I grabbed it, without thinking, I stabbed myself with the pen, and my blood gushed out. "Now drink from me..."
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