Betrayed

☾Chapter Thirty☽

Vladimira's P.O.V

By the end of the night, my father is sitting at the desk in my temporary bedroom while I squirt lotion on my stomach.

Moisturizing my stomach helps fend off stretch marks and it gives me time to bond with Strawberry, so it has become a nightly ritual.

"So, some dude came onto your land and said somebody is going to kidnap me?"

My father nods as he looks over the the organized mess of papers on the desk. My journal rests in a locked drawer of the desk, but everything from a nursery shopping list to notes to help me not forget thingsare on that desk.

I poke my belly gently. "And you took it upon yourself to come and protect me?"

The feeling that he's rolling his eyes fills me as I watch him unfold a note that reminds me to thank Collin for sending me the details on the birth class.

Remembering things really has become a struggle now that I'm in my second trimester.

Abruptly, my father turns around, his eyes filled with worry. His arm veins seem to grow more prominent, something that happens when he's feeling possessive. "Who's Collin?"

Strawberry pushes his foot up sharply into my ribs, effectively rendering me breathless.

"Fuck," I mutter breathlessly as I push on my ribs. Applying pressure helps and I feel the baby move down a little which means I can reply now. "Sorry, he kicked something I kinda need to breathe," I inform him.

My father nods. "Deep breaths, not too fast," He answers like he's a doctor.

But, I have no doubt that my father is right. He has been around for a long time, knowing medical material must not be that hard.

When my breathing is normal again, I motion to the note. "He's not a fuck buddy if that's what you really want to know, just a friend," I answer truthfully.

He seems displeased with my reply. "Is he a werewolf?"

Nod.

"Does he treat you right?"

Nod.

"He belongs to a pack?"

Hesitate. Nod.

My father narrows his eyes. "You hesitated. Why?"

Because Collin's here illegally and if I tell you of his pack that's here, there's a good chance that you'll punish him.

Instead of telling the truth, I don't answer. I resort to pulling my shirt down, gulping down my prenatal vitamins and grabbing the two pamphlets off the desk.

Collin's my ally now. If I give him out, I'll be betraying him and I can't do that. Not when he's been so supportive of me, of my baby.

"Collin is just a friend and he helped me," Is all I say in reply.

Surprisingly, my father drops the subject by placing the note back on my desk and opening another note that says how far along I am.

Why is he going through my stuff? Does he not trust me to maintain normal life without him? Why am I fine with him going through my stuff?