Zique was utterly flabbergasted. What did he mean by that? The words weren’t properly processing. Kiara was pregnant? The doctor…? The doctor lied? Then was everything he did really for nothing? He had put Kiara through all that pain even though she was already carrying his child and he had called her useless, degraded her, pretended not to love her all for a cause that had already been fulfilled… F*ck! What was this? Another punishment from the goddess? He had locked up a pregnant woman and one that was carrying his child, he had sinned, greatly; sinned against both his mate and child. Kara hated him already, when she found out about this, she would hate him even more, after all he had named her something she was not… Infertile…He had called her infertile, told that she could do nothing for him if she couldn’t give him a child and…and… Zique bit his lips, an anxious feeling running right through him. How would she react when he told her? Would she cry again? Would she even want

The morning turned into afternoon, the evening into night and Zique still didn’t come back. Kiara wasn’t worried, she wasn’t, she wasn’t, she wasn…or perhaps that’s what she kept telling herself. Her mind wouldn’t stop running right back to him, he slept on the floor for her last night and yet disappeared right after…why? Had he given up? So easily? She didn’t know the reason behind the bad feeling that had weighed down on her since he left or the knots in her stomach either. Something wasn’t right, something wasn’t right with him. Turning to Damion and Gabe who sat beside each watching TV, she sighed. “Is Zique okay?” Gabe turned to stare at her, his eyes almost seeming dead. “Do you even have a reason to care?” Kiara shook her head. “But something doesn’t feel right, I feel a little anxious…I feel like something’s wrong.” “Then I suppose I should go look for him. He left in anger and Zique has always been known to f*ck up every time he gets angry.” He stood up from his seat. “

Kiara didn’t sleep even when she was dying to, instead she waited out on the porch alongside Damion until Gabe staggered through the gate hauling Zique behind him. “F*cking hell, Zique! At least try to walk.” Both Kiara and Damion got up, rushing over to them. “I can smell the alcohol from here…Jesus Christ Zique!” Damion grabbed Zique’s arm, helping Gabe on their journey inside. Kiara crept behind them like a mouse in the night, her hand gripping tight to her chest when for the very first time in her life Zique’s scent made her stomach turn. There was something about the alcohol that tainted it, it made her head hurt and her mouth water in an unpleasant way, it made he… “Let go!” Kiara’s eyes flashed over to Zique as he pulled away from Gabe and Damion’s clutches, staggering over to her. He didn’t look like himself, his eyes were barely open, his shoulders saggy and his steps weren’t as confident as they once were. “Kiara my princess…” Kiara stiffened when he grabbed her face. “Z

Zique rubbed his eyes as he got out of bed, totally ignoring the nails hammering in his head, he had drunk a ton last night, more than just five bottles. He had drank until his stress turn into pain and his pain into anger. He was also aware of the stupidness he did right after too. He could’ve been killed if it weren’t for Gabe.Somehow that man has always been the one to stop him from doing sh*t he shouldn’t and yet he was too stubborn to listen to him at times when he should.Walking out of his room, he sighed, heading straight down to where Kiara was. His rut was still bothering him, it had been hard to not just come home and curl on the floor beside Kiara instead of drinking.But three bottles in and he became numb even to the matebond. He had talked to the bartender as though the man was his best friend; told him things he wouldn’t have the pride to if he was sane, and had even begged him for advice.He had been f*cking gone! Even as Gabe dragged him home, he was still trying to

Kiara shrugged. “Probably…” “Yes or no, Kiara.” Kiara glared at him. “I don’t have to answer you, I’m not obligated to.” She walked towards the only exit in the room, gasping when his hands grabbed hers before she could run away. His question puzzled her even though it shouldn’t, did she hate him? She did…or rather she was supposed to, but… Kiara clenched her fist, no buts, she wouldn’t let her stupidity blind her. She hated him and even if she didn’t she’d work her way towards hating him. "Just answer me, please…I want to know.” Kiara nodded her head, her eyes not meeting his. “I do, I hate everything about you. I even hate looking at your face now.” “Really…?” he stepped closer to her and Kiara gagged when that scent from last night ran across her nose. It wasn’t as strong as it was last night, but she could still smell it. “Do you really hate me?” “Can you…” Kiara pushed at his chest, feeling nauseous all over again. “Can you give me some space…? Your scent, the alcohol…it’

Kiara sat nervously at the dining table, staring down at the food in front of her. Zique had suggested she ate first, it had been an unexpected suggestion, but he was probably right. If she didn’t eat now, then she didn’t think she’d be able to when she was done listening to whatever it is that he had to say. Picking up her fork, she dug it into one of the biscuits on her plate, bringing it to her lips. She took a bite out of it, the sweet and yet salty taste coordinating on her tongue. She chewed and swallowed, taking another bite. It was so hard to eat when anticipation was killing her. A part of her wanted to hear what he had to say and another part didn’t. What if it was something bad? Something that really prevented her from forgiving him? Something that would have her letting go of him even quicker. She was scared, but who wouldn’t be? The way he approached her was frightening, his words were too…he said he was scared too, so it had to be something unforgivable. Putting the

Kiara pulled her hand from beneath his, his words were stabbing like nails into her heart, he was unforgivably tempting her, coaxing her, leading her right back to him, and she had to put a stop to this before she eventually caved. “Zique stop this. I already told you…I’m done. You’ve hurt me too much.” She dropped her fork, sighing as she did so. “You left me in that prison Zique, left me for her. Did you think it wouldn’t hurt? I was bullied every day, the guard made it his duty to remind me of the fact that I was abandoned, and he was the one to tell me about your ceremony because you didn’t.” “Kiara I…” “No, I don’t want to hear it, I’ve put up with you for too long. I begged you Zique. I told you that I was sorry when you met me at the entrance of my cell. I had been more worried about you than I was worried about myself. ~‘Was he okay?’ ‘Would he hate me?’~ and yet all you could think of was turning your back on me. You left me Zique, I needed you…if not anybody else, I needed

One of Kiara’s legs hung over Zique’s shoulder, the other cocked against the table, leaving her completely exposed to him. His head was between her thighs, his lips doing the unthinkable. She couldn’t hold back her moans, not when his tongue kept rolling around her entrance and teasing her clit. It felt as good as she remembered, even better, and his scent, the very sight of his manly chest, it was enough to turn her on. She could feel slick leaking down her walls…she was wet, for the first time in a long time she was so open and vulnerable in front of him. She wasn’t sure if the decision she was making was the right one, but who could resist his charm? Who could pretend to be deaf after hearing such words? And who could pretend to be blind after looking into those eyes? She knew she couldn’t do it, her heart had constricted so many times as she listened to him and when he kissed her, her poor legs had gone completely weak. His lips were so gentle and sweet, his hands thick and warm

Kiara’s legs trembled as she went down on her knees in front of him, her innocent blue eyes staring up at the hard, thick and veiny thing that was now towering inches away from her face. “Taste me.” Her hesitant hands gripped his thighs for support, her tongue slipping between her lips to lick at the tip. It tasted…Kiara didn’t know how to describe it, but he tasted just as manly as he smelled. It was sweet and yet there was this bitter taste too; something Kiara surprisingly liked. Her tongue slid down the length of it, not knowing what else to do. Her eyes drifted up to stare at Zique, wanting to see if he was just as affected as she was when he did things to her. But his face was nonchalant as he looked at her too…did he not feel anything…? Kiara pulled away from him, licking her lips. “What should I do? I-I want you to feel good too.” Zique bent down, his face coming so close to hers. “You’re so naughty Kiara…” A smirk spread across those teasing lips, his dark eyes sizing he

Kiara’s face pressed against the table as Zique’s hand sunk into her back, forcefully arching it. “Like this, Kiara…” His hand then ran down the length of her back, straight to her thighs, spreading them. “You look so sexy right now…” Kiara felt it when he pressed up against her and his hard on settling at the edge of her entrance surely not going unnoticed to her. Her cheeks flushed even redder, her body mentally preparing for what was about to come. “Are you ready, princess?” Kiara nodded, her legs trembling in need. She wanted him so bad that it ached, and now that it was finally going to happen, now that the pleasure she had awaited was so close, she could think of nothing but it. Her anticipation was at its peak, her desperation too, and the desire was running abundantly wild inside of her. “Hurry up…” Zique leaned down, his body pressing against hers. “You’re being impatient too…” Kiara could hear the smirk in his voice, he was teasing her, riling her up to a point where sh