ENDURING {Sequel to Everlasting} ❗️EDITING ❗️

Chapter 64

"You look good, as beautiful as ever." I gush, stroking his silky black coat that literally shimmers in the sunlight.

Placing my foot in the stirrup, I mount him with ease, settling into the Italian leather saddle that I've only used once before. It's white, and quite beautiful, especially on such a dark coloured horse.

"Do you want to go for a ride, Apollo? We haven't don't that in a while." I say softly, exhaling quietly as I give his muscular neck a firm affectionate pat.

"Come on." I whisper, making kissing sounds which instantly make him walk.

I lead him down the field, deciding to venture further than the woods this time. I keep him a steady pace until we reach even ground, then I trot him for a couple of minutes simply for his enjoyment. Considering how little he's had proper exercise, I don't let him trot any longer than a matter of minutes.

Despite the sun not blaring, the air is thick, humid. The worst kind of weather if you ask me.

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"Does that feel nice?" I grin, the gently sprayer showering Apollo's sleek black coat in water. His entire posture is relaxed, more so than I've seen him in weeks.

Sometimes I forget that he needs to go out too, burn off some extra energy. I've just been so busy with Hardin, and Lucifer, and the pack, that I figured Apollo would be fine with Adrian.

It's one of the reasons I've come back home. Apollo needs me, I can't just hand him over to Adrian every time I'm wanted on pack land. Lucifer is a liability around the pack right now, and to be honest I'm just more comfortable here. Even if I miss everyone, that's not my home anymore.

I bath and brush Apollo, letting him dry off a little in the shade before I turn him out into the back field, where he freely roams with Aurora.

I watch them for a while, Lucifer sat behind the fence by command, watching the horses run with the wind. It's the first time I've allowed him through, until now he's never seen the horses.

"Come, I want some food." I tell the dog, jumping off the fence and heading back towards the house, Lucifer on my heel.

The construction men don't bother me as I pass them, being wolves and all, they sense that I'm not in the talking mood. As rude as I feel, I simply cannot be bothered to waste my breathe talking.

Hardin and I have done enough of that during our multiple visits to the human doctors. Now these doctors can't be told about our pups, or the fact that I used to be a wolf, or anything remotely close to the truth. But they all say the same thing, that there are risks to every pregnancy, risks that they can foresee and more than likely ensure it goes as smooth as possible. They say the risks of my baby dying is very low so long as the pregnancy is normal and healthy.

Hardin thought I'd be overjoyed to hear that, I wasn't. He wasn't overjoyed when I booked in to be sterilised, but I didn't take it to heart. I get his reasons, I understand, and if he so desperately wants a pup then he needs to make that decision on wether he wants to choose another mate before it's too late.

I feel heartless, like I'm taking something from him. But I shouldn't feel that way, it's my body, it's my decision. He has every right to be upset, and angry, but he has no right to hold it against me.

"Here you go." I murmur, filling his dish with two scoops of biscuits. Doesn't seem a lot for such a large dog, but he eats two, three times a day depending on how much exercise he's had.

As I walk back into my open living room, I glance around the vast emptiness. I've been home almost two days, but I've been so busy with everything that I haven't had time to think for myself.