Betrayed

☾Chapter Twenty-Seven☽

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The next two days passed slowly, filled with me swooning over my unborn son and Vladimira, who is now writing in a journal every day.

Yet, somehow, during those two days, Vladimira had worked her magic with Collin, and now we were on our way to their pack doctor to have an ultrasound, despite Diana's graciousness to take care of all that herself.

"I want to see my baby with my own two eyes. It's not like I don't trust my grandmother, it's just... I want reassurance that only an ultrasound can bring," Vladimira explains as she readjusts the skirt that rests just below her bulging stomach.

Jesus, Vladimira was blessed with the body of a goddess! Even while she's pregnant, she can still excrete such a sensual aura that I can't help but admire her well-defined body.

My hand rests on her lower back that's beginning to curve to accommodate her growing bump. "I've never seen our child during an ultrasound, so this is a good opportunity for both of us," I agree.

Vladimira sends me a guilty look. "Yeah, I'm sorry about breaking your ribs, that was uncalled for," She apologizes.

"It's fin-"

"No, it's not," Vladimira cuts me off, "you were trying to be a father for our child and I pushed you away, that was wrong of me," She pushes.

Finally, I just place my hands on her cheeks gently and direct her eyes up to mine. "Stop worrying, My Queen. We're raising our child together now, right?" I ask softly.

Vladimira bobs her head before turning around and beginning to walk towards the entrance of Collin's pack hospital.

In all, it's a small pack, unlike mine. Not many people roamed the grounds outside, and from the looks of it, there isn't that many houses.

My best guess is that there's about one-hundred-twenty-five pack members.

When Vladimira entered the building, the pack doctor immediately walks in from the back room and bows.

Her eyes travel down her body to rest on her stomach that's covered by a white t-shirt. "It's an honor, Your Majesty. Please, follow me," She greets.

As we walk, I have time to examine the pack doctors frame.

She's short for a female werewolf, about four foot eleven. She has bright, blonde hair that's neatly tied back in a bun, and she's dressed in the typical medical scrubs.

"Do you mind if I take some measurements first before asking some questions?" The pack doctor asks as she opens the door to the room we'll be in.

Vladimira smiles. "That's fine," She responds smoothly before turning to me, "you can wait in the room while that happens. I won't be long."

I nod in understanding and take a seat in the chair next to the bed with the crinkly, white paper on it.

While I wait, I lean back in the chair and release a breath. "You're going to be a daddy, Titus. Are you ready for this?" I mutter to myself.

Probably not.

How the hell will I change diapers? Lose multiple hours of sleep? Bond with the baby?