Betrayed

☾Chapter Six☽

(Edited 6/1/15)

Vladimira's P.O.V

When I got back home, I was met by my father's outraged figure. Not only that, but I was also met with his yelling.

At times, he would switch from English to Russian, something he only does when he's really agitated with me.

"I thought we could share anything with each other, Vladimira!" My father yells in Russian.

I wince. "I'm sorry, it's just really personal and I can't tell anyone," I reply back in the same language.

He sighs, his hand running through his hair. His eyes were slowly returning to their normal dark blue, a sign that his wolf is probably trying to calm him.

"Where did you even go?" My father asks in English. I bite my lip sheepishly.

"That's a secret too, but I promise I'll tell you everything soon. Can you just promise that you'll stay out of my business till then?" I ask hopefully.

My father sighs. "You know I can't-"

"Dad... Please?" I urge. A moment of silence passes between us before he groans and nods.

I smile, my arms circling around him in a hug. My father stiffens before awkwardly wrapping his arms around my body.

I can't help by stiffen also when my stomach gets closer to him.

My father isn't stupid, if he feels my not-so-flat stomach, he'll definitely know it isn't just "extra fat."

Even worse, I'm about seven weeks pregnant, but I'm way past that stage of development since the baby is a werewolf.

I have a baby bump, a noticeable one if my shirt is squeezing me too tightly.

Not for much longer...

After I get an abortion, I'm going to start working out immediately, hopefully to hide any evidence of the child I once carried.

I'm brought back to reality when my father's warm lips meet my forehead. "Be safe, Vladimira. If I even think you're in an ounce of danger, you're telling me what you're hiding from me," My father negotiates.

I nod in agreement before jogging up the stairs to my bedroom.

I flop down on my bed, reminiscing in how soft my bed sheets are. The subtle gray colors of my bedspread remind me of rain, easily calming my erratic thoughts.

I can't let my emotions get in the way of what must happen. An abortion is inevitable.

The vibrating of my phone brings me back to reality, making me see that my hand is unconsciously rubbing my stomach.

I answer my phone before pulling my hand off my stomach slowly.

"Luna, I have an open spot for you in three days--Tuesday, August 26th," Daniella says smoothly.

I sit up, a smile coming over my face. "That's great, amazing actually. That date will do just fine," I pause before continuing, "remember, Daniella. If you tell anyone about this abortion, I will kill you."

Daniella whispers a quick reply before hanging up.

After that, I go about my normal routines.

I help my father with pack issues and negotiations, which takes about five hours, before taking a quick shower and starting on dinner.

My phone rings once again, taking my mind off of the soup I'm making.

I sigh when I see Titus's name.