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Dimitri

All we had to do now was wait. I took a glance over my shoulder at my sleeping mate. It was late into the night, one can say the early hours of the next day and a lot has happened since I reclaimed my position. I knew Shia will be summoned to my side, all dispersed guards and members of the Romano pack were all summoned. Three didn't report to my side in the spirit realm. He probably ignored my summons and his wolf went along with him, or his wolf made the dominant decision.

Maybe I was thinking in lines of a best friend that his wolf, Krane has twisted his thoughts but I knew better.

Presently, Elena and I were given a room in the Alpha's home, a room away from the family wing. It boasted a view of the pool and the forested area behind the house. Guards have been posted and updates are coming in on each pack's search. I guess our main concerns are the two remaining hellhounds. If they are spotted in public, much less a human town then I have to step in and do what is normally done. It isn't something Lena was comfortable with but it must be done, even if they are innocents in a mad man's scheme.

Heaving a heavy sigh, I turned from the window and made my way to the bed where Lena laid. Kneeling beside her, I slowly pushed her top upwards, to reveal her still flat tummy. I placed a kiss on her smooth skin, taking in the new scent of our pup.

'Why now? We could have waited, Dante,' I asked. I was torn between happiness and disappointment. This wasn't the environment or part of history to remember when my firstborn was conceived. This upcoming war will eclipse the joy I should be feeling.

'He has come at the right time. This is our destined path. It can't be changed,'

'My pain that led up to meeting her. That short time of safety and freedom. Now this uncertain future. All of these things are destined? Lena is my weakness, my greatest one, now my child. Shia will target her to lower my concentration, my power.' I argued with tears welling my eyes, resting my head gently on Lena's stomach. Dante said nothing, he too had the same thoughts but it is count as disrespectful to question Mother. I was wrong to do so but I was scared.

Scared that I will lose my family that I have recently found. I cannot lose my second chance at this.

"Mikael?"

Her soft questioning voice roused me from my sad musings. In the dark of the room, I can tell she wore a concerned expression. Not saying a word, scared I will break down before her, I climbed onto the bed and hovered over her. I can see the outline of her body but I needed to see everything. I willed the bedside on, the light washed away the darkness giving the perfect view of my love.

"Something wrong?" she asked cupping my cheek. Closing my eyes, I allowed my body and Dante to be calmed by her touch. "Talk to me, Mikael. I can feel how distressed you are," she continued. I love to hear my name on her lips, it comes as a soft caress, soothing me every time. I eased my tired body upon hers, leaning most of my weight to the side but still fully cover her luscious frame. With my eyes, still closed, I felt when her hand moved and rested on my head. At once she began to run her fingers through the inky black hair.

"I'm worried. Anxious. Impatient. Angry. Most of all, I'm scared," I wasn't ashamed by being so vulnerable before her. She was the completion of my soul.

"Scared of losing us." It wasn't a question she put across but a statement. I held her tighter, burrowing my nose deeper into her loose curls. A low growl escaped me when her breathing hitched, my lips were near her mark. Her mark of royalty. I placed my lips over it and whispered a prayer of protection over her and our future son. Lena held me tighter. I felt a tear rolled down the corner of her eyes, stopping at my forehead.

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