Mates of a Werewolf Hunter

Chapter 60 Pregnancy Test

Valentine Winters P.O.V

I slipped under the covers, feeling the warmth of the bed, but sleep was the last thing on my mind. Lucifer settled beside me, his head resting on the pillow as he turned to face me. Our eyes met for a brief moment before I looked away, focusing on the ceiling. My mind was racing, and I bit my lip in thought.

"C-could we play 20 questions?" I asked, trying to break the silence.

"Sure," he replied, gently turning me on my side so I faced him, his hand resting lightly on my waist. "You go first."

I took a moment to think of a question. "What's your favorite color?"

"Blue," he said, his gaze locking onto mine.

My heart skipped a beat. "What's yours?" he asked.

"Black, like your wolf," I answered, my voice soft.

A question lingered on my mind, one I wasn't sure I wanted the answer to, but curiosity got the better of me. "How many girlfriends have you had?"

"Ten," he smirked, and I felt my jaw drop.

Ten? Seriously? I turned away from him, feeling a pang of something I couldn't quite name. Annoyance? Jealousy? He chuckled, clearly amused by my reaction, before wrapping his arm around my waist, pulling me closer to his chest.

"Just two," he whispered in my ear, his breath warm against my skin.

"I didn't say anything," I retorted, trying to sound indifferent. "I had fifteen boyfriends before I met you." The words tumbled out before I could stop them, and I immediately regretted it. He growled, tightening his hold on me.

"Names?" he demanded, his voice a low rumble.

I stayed silent, refusing to engage. He cupped my jaw, turning my face to meet his intense gaze, jealousy swirling in his eyes.

"Names," he repeated, his voice firm.

His eyes flickered down to my lips, and he leaned in, his lips brushing against mine before grazing them with his teeth. He hovered over me, positioning himself between my thighs, a low grunt escaping him as he did.

"Lucifer," I warned, my voice a mix of caution and something else I couldn't quite place.

"Hmm?" he murmured, his hands sliding down the back of my thighs.

"Not today," I said softly.

He sighed, pulling away reluctantly and laying back down beside me.

Three weeks later, I woke up with a sudden wave of nausea. Before I knew it, I was rushing to the bathroom, barely making it in time to throw up everything I'd eaten the night before. I groaned, the taste of bile lingering in my mouth.

"You okay?" Lucifer's voice came from the other side of the bathroom door, concern lacing his words as he knocked gently. The last thing I wanted was to be disturbed at a time like this.

I rinsed my mouth, brushing my teeth to get rid of the foul taste. I still felt sick, a deep sense of disgust settling in my stomach.

"Valentine?" Lucifer knocked again, his voice more insistent.

"I'm fine!" I snapped, immediately regretting the harshness in my tone. I opened the door to find him standing there, his face etched with worry.

"You look pale," he said, his eyes scanning my face.

I groaned again, this time out of frustration. He guided me back to the bed, urging me to lie down. After a few moments, he left the room, returning with a glass of water and a small pill.