She couldn’t leave her baby.

No matter how much she had grown to like Jackson, she couldn’t leave her baby. That was asking for the impossible.

Dylan closed the door and then turned around to face her.

“Took you long enough,” he growled.

“I couldn’t leave the bedroom,” she shrugged. “Do you have a plan?”

“Yes. In a few days, Jackson will have to go to a meeting. I’ll come for you then,” Dylan said.

“The first time I tried to run away, he said he would still find me,” she whispered.

“You’ll just have to keep moving, Layla. He’ll give up looking for you eventually when he realises there are more important things for him to worry about. He can have a baby with anybody else.”

That hurt. It hurt so much that she could only nod and walk towards the door. Though she tried not to react, she wasn’t sure if the werewolf who’d just left the house had sensed that.

Was she really going to do this? Put her trust in a man who she knew wanted her dead?

“You’ll have to do exactly as I say when I come for you, or we’re both dead,” Dylan said just before she opened the door and walked out.

She had no idea how she made it back upstairs, but she was lying on the bed when she became aware of her surroundings. It was set in stone. She would leave and then stay on the run because Jackson would never let her go with his baby in her stomach. She was going back on her word and putting herself in a dangerous situation with an Alpha werewolf.

But if she found somewhere remote, somewhere out of the way, they would be okay, wouldn’t they?

She felt lightheaded moments before the heat spread through her veins again. Sweat started to form on her forehead. It came on quicker than before and had her sucking in a breath as she clutched the bedding.

Some women felt nauseated and had backaches and shit like that. Was the fever really a symptom of pregnancy?

The heat turned into something else as it zinged through her core. She squeezed her thighs together, and a loud moan came from her lips.

She should have paid more attention in her Biology classes because that...

That wasn’t right.

Chapter 75

Jackson stopped whistling when he walked out of the packhouse and saw Dylan walking up the steps. As if his Beta didn’t already believe he had lost his mind. He never whistled. He couldn’t remember a single time in his life when he had felt unburdened enough to do that.

“Alpha,” Dylan said, lowering his head.

“Beta,” he answered before he walked past him.

Petty. He knew that was petty, but damned if he would back down now. Layla would never go anywhere near Dylan again.

Micah was speaking to a group of young trainees about to start their training when he found him. The man immediately lowered his head and walked towards him while the trainees rushed towards the field. The fear was still there. It was fucking everywhere. He supposed it was something he would have to live with until his dying breath. His pack would never forget that he killed one of them and tortured three more. And then killed an Alpha in cold blood on his doorstep.

“Alpha,” Micah greeted.

“What was so urgent that Dylan couldn’t fix it,” he asked.

“It’s the new Alpha of the Red Moon Pack,” Micah said.

He almost rolled his eyes as he started walking towards the gate. Kendrick’s pack had never been a threat to him despite his outspokenness. He had assumed Micah would tell him of more attacks by this unknown witch. But it had been weeks, and there had been nothing. He’d probably thrown her plans back by killing the Alpha she had been planning with.

“The messengers refused to speak to Dylan and have camped out in the forest just beyond our boundary. Our scouts report that more of them are on their way,” Micah said.

“We have more warriors than they do, and even our weakest link was stronger than their old Alpha. Let them stew there; there’s nothing they can do.”