Everyone had left, leaving just Cole and me at his apartment. Hours after being attacked, injured, kidnapped—sort of—and discovering I carried an Alpha’s child, I was exhausted. Yet, sleep eluded me. Pacing in front of the window, I silently practiced my speech on how to tell Cole I was pregnant.
I had wanted to tell him as soon as the others left, but he insisted on me resting. He made me a late dinner and then ordered me to rest. When I told him I had something important to tell him, he said I looked tired enough to keel over, and he’d feel better if I got some sleep. So, we’d talk in the morning. It was sweet that he cared. I held on to that knowledge, knowing it would change in a few hours.
Cole was going to flip when I revealed his pack was plotting against him because of me and that I was pregnant. He’d probably go back to hating me. My heart dropped at the thought. Wiping a hand over my face, I sighed heavily and stopped pacing to stare out the window.
“Well, it was good while it lasted, I guess,” I muttered. Cole never verbalized loving or liking me, but his actions over the last few months spoke volumes. He’d warmed up to me, and that was about to be ruined. At least now I knew I had Adam to lean on.
We hadn’t exactly bonded in the short time we discovered we were related, but he promised to help me if Cole kicked me out of his life.
“I never should have gotten so attached to him.”
“Attached to who?”
Cole’s voice coming from the doorway made me gasp. Spinning around, I winced when I inadvertently put too much pressure on my leg.