Lover Sacrificed - Chapter 50

Nalla looked at her ring and frowned. Would Beth be giving a similar one to Darius’ shellan?

It didn’t matter.

She’d never find out, now would she?

She looked at the clock again. From what her mahmen had told her, she figured he must be getting mated right about now.

Standing in front of the Scribe Virgin. Getting her blessing for a good mating. Getting someone else’s name carved in his back…

She felt a stab of pain in her womb and knew she needed to calm the fuck down. Doc Jane had warned her too much stress could harm the young and that was the last thing she wanted.

She took a deep breath.

- Hey… little one. It’s me, Nalla. I’m your…

Oh dearest Scribe Virgin. Realization hit her hard. Of course she had known, but this moment, right here, right now, was when it really hit her. Talking to her little caterpillar… she was going to have a young. She was going to have Darius’ young.

Emotion made her choke up as she continued talking.

- I’m your mahmen. And I love you, so so much. And your daddy, Darius, he loves you too. More than you can ever imagine. Even if he doesn’t know you exist.

She knew he would love this child, because that was just the kind of male he was. Though he would never actually know he had a child.

She inhaled deeply and kept her steady breathing.

- You have two grandmahmen, Bella and Beth, and two grandfathers, Zsadist and Wrath. And I know, they will all love you so much.

She smiled as she imagined her father’s reaction at her pregnancy. He had fainted with each of her mahmen’s pregnancies. Knowing his little girl was carrying a young, he’d probably lose it.

She walked into the empty room that Katya refused to decorate for now.

- This is your room, little one. Don’t worry, it will be all pretty when you are born.

She sighed.

- You will probably never get to know grandma Beth or grandpa Wrath, or even your daddy, but I will make sure you know them, and one day, when your old enough to understand, I will explain everything to you. You can count on one sure thing. You will never be alone. You will always be surrounded by people you love, and you will always be protected and safe. I promise you this. No one will ever dare hurt you. If anyone even dares to try, I will kill them with my bare hands.

*-*-*

Darius looked at the Scribe Virgin, trying to figure out if he had breached any of those terms unwillingly. He knew his father had demanded they remove the clause that demanded Darius’ fidelity too Penehlope, so that wasn’t an issue. Him being with Nalla was not a deal breaker in this case.

What could it be?

He noticed Penehlope looked a bit pale, but the female would just not drop the attitude, especially as she tried to pull her hand back from the Scribe Virgin’s grip.

- Let me go.

- Oh child, stop trying. Everyone here deserves to know what you have done, don’t you think?

- I haven’t done anything you little bitch!

Everyone gasped audibly and waited for the Scribe Virgin to strike. Except she didn’t. She just smiled maliciously.

Darius wanted to apologize on Penehlope’s behalf, after all, he needed her to stay alive for obvious reasons, but a light squeeze from the Scribe Virgin made him hold his tongue.

- Let’s drop the pretend, shall we? We are all here because your father tried to play God, as they say. I have let this go on, just to see how things played out. But greed is a horrible thing, is it not? And so is lust. As you can confirm yourself, can’t you, little girl?

- But…

- Do not speak! I have just about had it with you!

Darius almost winced. The Scribe Virgin was going to kill her, he knew it. No one disrespected the mother of the race like that and got away with it. No one.

Well, except maybe V. But that was a given.

How the fuck would he ever get the antidote from Feron now?

The Scribe Virgin smiled at him knowingly.

- Darius, son of Wrath, do you trust me?

- Of course Scribe Virgin.

He didn’t hesitate. He could not allow himself to hesitate. His life was in her hands.

- Good. Wrath, son of Wrath?

- Yes, Scribe Virgin.

- I want you to kill Feron, son of Remok. Right. Now.