Betrayed

☾Chapter Eleven☽

(Edited 8/15/15)

Vladimira's P.O.V

Lilli squeals as she feels my stomach, as if my child will kick right at that moment.

"You're finally starting to show, Vladimira!" She rhapsodizes.

I give a small smile, not really enjoying the fact that I'm starting to show. It means I'll be revealing my mistake to the whole pack in a couple of weeks.

It frightens me, makes my heart speed up whenever I think about it, yet, I know I can't get too worked up.

After my little breakdown, which was a week ago, my father suggested that I relax in some sort of way.

That's how I ended up with Lilli at a random massage place, waiting in the lobby.

"Lilli, that's not a good thing. I was hoping to conceal my bump for a little longer, this child-"

Lilliana cuts me off by grabbing my hand and placing it on my stomach.

"Stop worrying about what other people will think about your child, plus, you have other things to be worrying about," She scolds.

I release a huff, my hand now rubbing my stomach slowly.

She was talking about my hormones, how being kept up at night because of... urges has turned into a regular thing now.

The need is inevitable, a single spark that turns my body into a flame, making me feel as if I'm in heat, making me feel like all I need is a man.

What's even worse though is that I don't have a leeway. Every time I try to relieve myself, I start to feel guilty, like I'm ruining my title as queen.

Not only that, but Titus's fit body always pops into my mind, making me realize that he's the only man I want when it comes to times like that.

However, if you ask me what I think about him any other time of the day, I'll answer truthfully.

He's an asshole for leaving a woman to carry his child without any type of support, then, he doesn't even call or text to check-up on his child.

"I don't need a man," I answer, not even telling her half of my feelings on the sensitive subject.

frowning, Lilli opens her mouth to reply, but she doesn't have time to reply because our names are called.

A woman leads us to two different rooms, and in the process, ends our conversation.

Deep down, I was kind of happy to be out of the tensions-filled air; I was never really one to like interrogations.

"You can just go on head and take your clothes off, Ma'am, your massage therapist will be in here in just a little bit." The woman says.

I give a fake smile before letting it drop after she leaves.

My emotions were all over the place. Most of the time I'm angry, always frustrated and crying, especially if something backfires. Other than that, I'm neutral, my usual facade.

Sighing, I begin to take off my clothes, admiring my changing body in the small, square-shaped mirror.

My breasts have definitely grown, and from the feelings of things, they'll be growing more. Since my stomach was now more... round looking, I couldn't play it off as a little weight.

I mean, werewolves don't just gain weight like that anyway!

Once I'm undressed, I climb onto the massage table before pulling the cool, lightweight sheets over my body.