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"I don’t want to talk about that person. He’s trash. A fucking whore. Just leave me alone, okay?!"
After that, no matter what I said, he ignored me. There was no getting through. He threw himself into work, and nobody else in the family had any more luck getting him to open up either.
KAY
The final months of my pregnancy would’ve been almost perfect if it hadn’t been for what happened when I entered my seventh month.
Up to that point, things between me and Rain had been constantly getting better. I promised him to do everything possible so that our relationship would work that night when I came to his room, but… I was also pleasantly surprised that he didn’t expect me to make a 180-degree turn in one day and completely change my ways.
What helped me the most was that he was so chill and never pressured me into anything, and that meant I didn’t have to put pressure on myself either.
We had this delicate balance, and I really appreciated the space he gave me: no confessions of love, no urgency to make any big gestures. That gave me the room I needed to start opening up in the gentle atmosphere he created around me.
Rain was easygoing and never confrontational. His nurturing side reminded me of Maurice, and that was somethingI really valued in alphas. Rain had it in spades. There wasn’t a single whim of mine he wouldn’t indulge.
He cooked for me every day, always coming up with something new, surprising, and delicious. He also enjoyed taking care of me in ways that even Maurice never had.
Rain simply loved touching me, washing my whole body, drying and brushing my hair, and giving me long, soothing massages, especially helpful as my body changed with the pregnancy. He did it all with such warmth and tenderness that it melted me.
Little by little, I let him become my… everything.
Any little discomfort, the smallest thing that might bother me, Rain was right there, doing everything he could to fix it. I also appreciated that he never brought up the idea of us moving to his place. Through our Bond, he must’ve sensed that, for reasons I couldn’t quite explain, I wanted to stay at Adam’s house and have my first child here. It was something we never said out loud, but we both understood.
Sometimes, I did wonder what it would be like if we moved to Rain’s hometown. I’d be far from my brothers but close to his family. It was tempting in a way, but I also felt a strong attachment to White Cliffs. This was where I grew up. It’s where I met Maurice. My parents were buried in the local cemetery. And Adam and Marco were still here. Deep down, I knew I wasn’t ready to let go of all the ties to my past. Not yet, anyway.
But I guess, in some quiet way, I was starting to open up to some changes in the future. It wasn’t something I thought about consciously; it just sort of started happening on its own.
It began the day Rain’s dad messaged me on Messenger. After that, we ended up having a bunch of pleasant conversations.
Lake Nolan had a really likable personality. He never pushed any advice about pregnancy or newborn care, eventhough he clearly knew a lot about it, after all, he had eight kids. Even though we only chatted through Messenger, we managed to build something that felt like a real connection. I’d even call it a friendship, definitely more than what I had with my in-laws. That gave me some cautious optimism about the kind of life I might have if I ever decided to live in their town. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad?
The Sanderses, on the other hand, began to distance themselves a bit during my second and third trimesters. It probably started to sink in just how much my and Rain’s status as True Mates would change everything for both me and the baby. They were likely beginning to accept that Rain had essentially taken Maurice’s place and would be the one raising their grandchild. I had a feeling that before that, deep down, they’d secretly hoped I would send him away after the birth. Maybe they thought they’d have more influence that way? But now it was clear Rain wasn’t going anywhere, and that weighed heavily on them. They weren’t openly hostile, but they clearly saw him as a necessary inconvenience.
There was one thing, though, that Rain and I both foolishly thought was over: the Dawson situation.
The police had received the medical records confirming we were True Mates, and as far as they were concerned, the case was closed. But apparently, not everyone agreed.
Adam heard through a friend of a friend, someone who worked for the Dawsons, that Harry Dawson still hadn’t fully recovered from what happened on the beach. He was dealing with recurring headaches and short-term memory loss because of the brain trauma he’d suffered. Those memory issues were affecting his work, and from what Adam’s contact said, the Dawsons were furious that the police didn’t pursue charges. They were especially angry the case had been dropped just because we submitted our documentation.
After that, Adam and Rain decided to install cameras at the front door and by the terrace, just to be safe. But other than that, we didn’t do much. I guess we naively hoped the Dawsons wouldn’t risk doing anything. They’d be the first ones suspected if something happened to us, and the punishment for going after a True Mate couple would be severe.
What happened next started out innocently enough.
One night, Rain suddenly woke up and asked if I’d heard anything. Of course, I hadn’t. I was in deep sleep and had no idea what he was talking about.
We ignored it and, after a quick round of sex, went back to sleep. Rain checked the camera footage later but didn’t see anything suspicious. No one had been lurking near the entrances.
A few days later, in the middle of the night, Rain asked if I smelled anything weird in the room, but I didn’t notice anything. I watched him, a little confused, as he sniffed around. He stepped out onto the balcony, then into the hallway, checking the air as he went. He even walked into the small room we’d set up as a nursery… and sniffed there too. But he didn’t say anything else.
Then he came back to bed, and since I could tell he was a little tense, I figured I’d help him relax. I slid down between the sheets, and the moment my lips touched his dick, he let out a sharp gasp.
"Fuck…" he muttered, his hands stroking my hair as I started working him. It was rare for me to be the one doing it to him, so I figured it’d do the trick, and it did. Soon after this brief moment of passion, we went back to sleep, again. The whole sniffing thing was pretty much forgotten.
About a week later, Rain’s touch woke me up.
Half-asleep, I thought he wanted sex, so I murmured encouragingly. But I was struck by how heavy and out of it Ifelt, like I was moving through a jelly-like fog or my limbs were weighed down with lead. I tried to say something but could only manage a faint hum. What was going on?
I heard a strange sound, a subtle, soft hiss. I couldn’t place it. It was like a deodorant spray being gently pressed.
