Imogen is her pack's runt. She was a surprise to her family, and a disgrace. Her father is the gamma of her pack so her existence as the runt is a disappointment and disgusting.
Her family wait for the moment when she can find her mate, leave the pa...
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After the shower, I slept through the night and awoke to bird song. As soon as my eyes open, my body feels healed and I am ready to get up and continue with a normal life. When I roll over, I seeTobias laying on his back looking pale and tense. Worried, I sit up and shuffle over to him.
Laying my palm on his forehead, I am relieved to find the absence of a fever.
"Tobias," I whisper, "baby are you ok?"
Tobias barely makes a sound, he groans and his eyes flicker open lightly. I brush the hair from his eyes and kiss his lips softly, his lips move slightly in reaction to my kiss. He feels absolutely exhausted in the mate bond.
"Baby, what's wrong?"
"Nothing." He croaks out with a huge amount of effort, he weakly opens his eyes again and I smile down at him. "I'm just healing."
I bite my lip in anxiety, I guess it's to be expected that he is drained of energy. Not only did he fight with an alpha, he defeated an alpha and was injured by an alpha.
"Ok baby," I coo as I bend down and kiss his forehead, "you sleep."
Standing up, I carefully tuck Tobias' body back under the duvet. Casting one last glance over at my sleeping mate, I open the door and then quietly close the door behind me.
Inky let's put a happy noise when he sees me and I bend down to rub him behind the ears.
"Shall we go downstairs, kitty?" I smile and scoop the little black furball into my arms.
I carry him down the stairs and then carefully place him back down on his feet. My stomach growls with hunger so I decide to make myself something for breakfast. After deliberating for a second, I decide not to cook for Tobias. From the look of things, he is going to be sleeping for a long while and when he wakes up I will cook him what he wants.
Inky coils himself around my legs and meows up at me as I break an egg into a frying pan.
"Would you like something Inky?" I grin down at him, not feeling embarrassed about talking to the cat. For the entirety of my life, I have spent most of my time speaking my thoughts to myself so it's actually more sane to talk to the cat.
Moving over to the fridge, I find a small pot of cream which I pour into a little bowl and place on the floor for my adorable sweetie.
As the egg finishes cooking, I butter two slices of bread ready for my fried egg sandwich. The sizzling and popping of the egg alerts me to turn off the heat. I lift the pan over to the table and tip the egg onto the bread.
My stomach is growling with the hunger by this point and I eagerly bite into the bread. I let out a happy little dance as the food fills my mouth, there's something about eating anything when you're absolutely starving, nothing tastes better.
Once I place the empty plates in the dishwasher, I call Inky to follow me and I leave the kitchen.
All I want to do is head back upstairs and be with my mate, but I know that he needs to rest and so should probably be left in peace.
Reluctantly, I skulk over to the sofa and perch myself on the seat. Tobias showed me last week how to use a tv remote so I decide to try and watch some tv. Admittedly, I get the feeling this novelty has been lost on me. I have never watched tv in all 20 years of my life, so why do I need it now?
I sat through a Star Wars film a few nights ago and didn't hate it, but I rather feel that that is because I was curled up in my mate's arms. Now I'm curled up alone, well almost alone, it doesn't feel anywhere nearly as special.
After watching the next two Star Wars films to surprise Tobias, I have had enough. I switch off the tv and decide to go upstairs and check on Tobias. He has been asleep for close to 5 hours after I left him and he must be thirsty.
I walk back into the kitchen and fill a glass of water up to bring to Tobias. Carefully, I head upstairs, I spill a little bit but not enough to warrant a cloth so I keep walking.
"Hey baby," I softly call out as I open the door so I don't startle Tobias from sleep suddenly. He doesn't move or make a sound so I walk closer and place the glass on a coaster.
"Are you awake? Tobias?" I sit down on the edge of the bed and take his hand in mine, I feel a squeeze to my palm and my eyes immediately fly up to his face but it remains unchanged.
"Are you thirsty?"
Another squeeze to my hand tells me my answer. I stand up and carefully lift Tobias up so that he can drink. As I lift the cup to his lips, I keep my arms wrapped around his body so he doesn't tip or choke.
I don't pour much water into Tobias' mouth but it's enough to keep him from dehydration. Once I'm sure he's swallowed, I lower him back down to his pillows and he lets out a deep groan of relief.
Reaching down, I take Tobias' hand in mine again. Right now he appears to be semiconscious so I need to ask him questions now because right now I can.
"Are you going to be ok, Tobias."
A squeeze. Smiling in relief, I take a deep breath and hold his hand tighter in mine.
"Do you need anything from me right now?" I bite my lip as I wait for the squeeze to tell me that I've let him down, that I'm not giving him something he needs but it never comes.
"Can I stay with you?"
He squeezes my hand and I bite my cheek to hide the squeal of relief that nearly filled the room. Everything in my body is calling out to be close to him, and in all honesty it was getting harder and harder to resist the pull.
Walking around to the other side of the bed, I grab a book from my bedside table and slip under the covers beside my mate.
For three days Tobias slept. I read several books as I anxiously kept an eye on my mate. Twice Tobias roused himself enough to get up and I helped carry him to the bathroom. When he came back he had enough energy to explain to me that he must have had some internal injuries that he needed to heal. It certainly made me feel less anxious when Tobias was speaking.
On the morning of the fourth day, I left my mate sleeping in the bed. I could tell there was a shift in the slumber, it was no longer all consuming and heavy, now it's seemed healthy and like it was moments away from breaking.
Feeling happier, I headed downstairs in search of breakfast. The past two days have been strange for me, I am ravenous all the damn time.
This time however, when I open the fridge and the smell of food hits my nose nausea defeats hunger. Gagging, I stumble towards the downstairs bathroom and throw up the contents of my stomach. Groaning, I quickly flush it away and fill the bathroom with aerosol scent. I don't want Tobias to know what this means just yet, I want to surprise him... or let him figure it out for himself.
Figuring that breakfast is off the table for a while, I walk over to the bookcase and find the journal of Tobias' grandmother. Hopefully there will be something in there about pregnancy in runts so I at least have some idea about what is going to happen.
Luckily for me there is a chapter labelled my baby boy. It says that a typical werewolf pregnancy lasts about 3 months, for Tobias' grandmother her pregnancies were 5 months so I assume that the same will be true of mine.
I let my palm fall to my stomach and I close my eyes to imagine the tiny pup beneath my palm. I can't wait for Tobias to find out, I'll just have to keep it secret a little bit longer.
When I hear footsteps above me I quickly replace the book and move over to the sofa.
"Hey baby," Tobias calls out softly as he moves to sit beside me on the sofa, "are you ok?"
