“I’m not doing anything, Love,” he pressed his body against me. My belly pressed against him and he lowered his head dig his nose in the juncture of my neck. He inhaled sharply. “You’re as lovely as always.” He sucked on my mark. Despite everything, a moan escaped my lips.
He started peppering kisses along my neck before opening his mouth further and tasting my skin with his tongue, leaving open mouthed kisses and gentle nibbles.
Maybe I had read it all wrong, maybe, I-
A shuddering breath escaped me when he palmed my breast, “you’re fucking perfect, Avalyn.”
My back arched as I pushed more of myself into his hands.
“I love you so fucking much.” He rasped against my lips before capturing them in a bruising, toe-curing kiss.
And then his hand slid lower till it settled on my belly.
My breath hitched. Nik had changed his mind! I opened my eyes to look into his and found his was already on mine. There was no lust, nothing in his eyes.
He closed them again and began kissing me harder.
Something felt off. He still felt withdrawn.
We were arguing about our children not even ten minutes ago and now he was caressing the bump he hadn’t even touched. He normally skipped my mid-section and reached straight for my pussy.
He didn’t do it today.
His aura felt dark. His eyes felt empty. I tilted my head as naturally as I could when I kissed him and opened my eyes. The sky appeared dark. Like a snowstorm was about to occur. It was the afternoon of a bright summer day.
It felt off. Everything felt off. Nik felt off.
And that’s when I felt it. The sharp tips of nails.
His hand had turned into a claw. The same hand that was on my belly. And then suddenly, it thundered loudly, making me jump.
His other hand reached up, cupping and squeezing my boob before reaching for my neck, like he was going to pin me again the wall.
And he could. Very easily. He was much more stronger than me. And I barely had any strength to use my powers.
My heartbeat escalated as I realised what he was doing.
He was going to kill them.
For a split second, I refused to believe it. He wouldn’t do that. He couldn’t. Not without asking me. Without talking to me first. Without considering my feelings. He couldn’t… could he? Would he?
I realised he could. He totally could. He loved me that much.
He was ready to destroy the very foundation of our relationship, he was ready to destroy my love for him just so that I lived. He was ready to be the subject of my hatred if it meant that I lived.
His love for me was that strong.
He really didn’t need me to love him to love me. He just needed me.
And for a fraction of a second, I thought that I’d let him do it. Because living without Nik seemed impossible to me, even on the other side of the moon.
But my love for my children burned brighter than my selfishness.
With all my might and my power, I pushed Nikolai away.
Lightning struck the sky as a hiss escaped my mouth when his claw tore the top I was wearing along with skin of my belly, drawing blood.
My head snapped up and I realised that I had used more strength and power than I thought I had. He shattered the glass window and flew out of the balcony.
Oh my Goddess. He really was going to go through with his plan.
And then uncontrollable anger filled me.
He was going to kill my children.
I rubbed my belly. Mama will protect you. Mama will never let anything happen to you.
I uncurled my wings and flew out to find Nikolai laying on the grass, cradling his wrist that was clearly broken. He must have used it to break his fall.
He looked up at me with glistening eyes.
“You broke my trust.” I couldn’t fathom that he even tried to do it. To kill his own children. How selfish could he be? Tears rose in my eyes when I realised what could have happened. At the hands of my own mate. If I can’t trust him, whom can I even trust?
“I’m so sorr-” I raised my hand, silencing him. I knew what I had to do. Even if I knew I would regret it till my last breath. But it had to be done so that my children can take their first breath.
“I don’t want to see you ever again,” a tear trailed down my cheek as I said it.
“Avalyn.” His voice cracked when he said my name.
“If you have the least bit of conscience in that selfish, wretched, shrivelled little heart of yours, you will leave. And come back only when you are ready to take the responsibility of a true father.” I said.
His face crumpling in pain was the last thing I saw before I flew back inside our bedroom and cried my heart out.