Fated (Pyte/Sentinel 5)

This was their first pregnancy, which was going to be difficult enough, but add the fact that she was also an impure with human blood running through her veins and there was no way to know what to expect from this pregnancy. The odds of her losing the baby were a lot higher thanks to her status and Drew refused to let her do anything that could bring harm to their child.

So, he was keeping her locked up in his plush bedroom like a prisoner. A spoiled prisoner, she rectified a few seconds later when she looked around the room at all the things that she’d demanded and simply sighed, because none of them brought her joy.

She was so damn bored and God knew that when she was bored that she did really stupid shit that would eventually catch up with her and get her ass in trouble and tonight would be no exception, she decided as she got up without yelling for help, which was one of Drew’s rules, and headed for the bathroom.

Chapter 41

“You have to do it,” Ryan said with a grave expression as Drew waved away a couple of bimbos interested in sharing his bed.

When they tried to sit at his table and climb on his lap, he proudly pointed at the wedding band that he’d begun

wearing a week ago and basically gave them an expression that told them to fuck off. Like he’d want three fucking bimbos in his bed tonight when he had a mate that knew how to drive him out of his fucking mind.

Wait, he wasn’t supposed to think about having sex with Kara right now. He’d made that decision only this morning after he’d watched a documentary on the Discovery channel about activities that could be dangerous during pregnancy.

No matter how much he wanted to slide inside his mate, and God did he want to slide inside his mate, he wouldn’t do it. Not until after Kara had given birth and had fully healed. The baby and Kara were the two most important things in his life, so he would do whatever it took to keep them safe, even if that meant keeping his cock that loved Kara more than he did away from her.

Self-enforced celibacy, he thought with a reluctant sigh, because he really never thought that he would see the day when he happily gave up sex. Not that he was actually happy about it, but if keeping his cock locked away in his pants meant keeping his mate and unborn child alive, then by God, he would never let the bastard have free reign again.

“Why do you look like you’re about to have a psychotic breakdown and kill everyone here with your bare hands?” Ryan asked with a curious frown and a tilt of his head even as he discretely pushed his chair back a few inches out of Drew’s reach.

Not that, that would have actually stopped him if he wanted to kill the little bastard, which he kind of had to admit that he did. It would give him something to do, he mused absently. Maybe it would help him work out a little bit of this extra tension that he was feeling.

With a thoughtful expression on his face, Ryan moved his seat back another few inches. “So, umm, is there anything that you want to talk about?” Ryan asked, clearing his throat uncomfortably, probably guessing exactly how close Drew was to leaping over the table and messing up his Beta’s pretty boy face just for the hell of it.

“No,” Drew said tightly, glaring at his Beta and contemplating the odds of wrapping his hands around his Beta’s neck before the bastard managed to jump out of the way and make a run for it.

The odds were probably about fifty-fifty, not even worth getting off his ass, he decided with a bored sigh as he looked around the packed club, making note of who was here, who was missing and which one of his Pack members was spending a little too much time with members of other Packs, vampires, demons and even humans. He knew that most of his Pack was looking to get laid so they’d be seeking out different partners tonight, depending on what they were in the mood for, but Drew knew that there was probably a hell of a lot more going on here tonight than his pack trying to work off excess sexual energy.

So, he watched and he waited for the smallest sign that would tell him who was trying to fuck with his life. He had a few suspicions, but until they made their move, he kept his thoughts to himself. Until they did something to confirm his suspicions or looked at his mate the wrong way, he was going to sit back and watch.

“Uh oh,” Ryan grumbled, practically jumping out of his chair as he got to his feet and stumbled back and out of Drew’s reach.

Drew would have asked what was wrong, but thanks to his mark and the irresistible scent that his mate gave off, he didn’t need to ask to know that his mate had just disobeyed him, putting her and their unborn baby at risk.

As he pushed away from the table, he tried to decide between spanking her beautiful ass or chaining her to the bed. Both thoughts were not exactly helping him with his self-imposed celibacy decision. So, he settled for throttling her as he stood up, pushed past the bar bunnies hoping to share his bed tonight and went after her right about the time some asshole made his move.

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“Remember me?” a silky smooth voice, too practiced to be natural said as a large hand landed on her hip and the scent of cheap cologne, industrial ink and body odor bombarded her senses, making it imperative that she find a bathroom, trash barrel or any receptacle at this point to help combat the reaction that she was having to his body odor.

“No, sorry,” she said, barely giving the guy the time of day as she placed her hand over her stomach, turned around and decided that this really wasn’t something that she wanted to do in the middle of the club.

As she headed for the back door that lead to the stairs to take her back to Drew’s loft, she told herself that this was not a retreat, but a strategic setback. She would go upstairs, and hopefully not lose her lunch, sip some ginger ale for an hour as she laid down in the fetal position, breathing through the nausea. Once she was sure that she could survive the trip back downstairs, tolerate the heavy music, heavy scents of sweat, sex, perfume, cologne, alcohol and body odor, then she would find a table far away from all the humans, order a chocolate soy milk, sit back and enjoy the music.

Which, would probably only last for a few minutes, because just the idea of coming back down here for a second hit of body odor was giving her a headache and depressing her. It looked as though she was going to have to avoid coming down to the club while she was pregnant. With that really depressing thought in mind, she doubled her efforts to escape the stench of unwashed, over-perfumed bodies and accepted her fate of spending the next few months on the couch, watching horrible reality television.

“Hey, wait!” the man who apparently wasn’t going to take rejection so easily said as he caught up to her and put his arm around her. “What’s the rush?”

“Mother Nature,” she said, knowing that most guys would take that to mean the one thing that terrified them the most and back off, but this guy apparently wasn’t interested in letting her go.