Her Lycan✔

Chapter 28

Isabella Carson

The guard in front of me led me to Malcolm's office. He sat at his desk with Prisilla who looked ready for a fight. Her eyes met mine and she curled her lips in disgust. I rolled my eyes and walked over to the seat next to her since it was the only available one.

A quick curt knock on the door and Damon entered the room. He glanced at Prisilla then at me before moving to stand on the opposite end of us. It has been days since I have had time to even be with Malcolm. There was another secret I haven't told him yet. I haven't had a chance and with all that has been going on, I wanted to wait until everything has calmed down. In my defense, I had only just found out a few days ago when I noticed the symptoms.

My hunger had increased dramatically and when I slept, I slept like the dead. In addition, my lycan has become more anxious and protective. My mood was swinging from left to right. I'm happy once second and the next I'm wanting to bawl my eyes out. My lycan was reserving energy and saving it for the little life that was growing inside of us.

I was carrying Malcolm's child inside of me.

Seeing Prisilla hug him in Alastair's room, added fuel to my jealousy and it didn't help that I was a pregnant and protective lycan. Instantly, my mind was screaming that he must have found solace somewhere else since I have been so busy but my logical side was telling me I was overreacting. Malcolm was not that type of person. Prisilla, however, is untrustworthy.

The whole time walking Alexine back up to her room, I spent the time telling myself that it wasn't what I thought it looked like. Malcolm looked just as surprised and stressed when he saw me. I only hope it wasn't because I caught him comforting Prisilla but because his uncle had died.

"Prisilla told me she saw you near Alastair's room late this evening." Malcolm started and instantly I knew where this was going. Any lycan in their right mind knew exactly where this was going.

His eyes met mine and I knew he saw the shield I put up. My defense was up and my jaw clenched in anger. I was being suspected of killing Alastair.

"Bella." Malcolm's soft voice tried to damper my rising fury. I looked down at the ground for a brief second before glancing back at him.

"You think it was me," I stated.

"Of course not. I know you but I need to hear everything first before I make a decision." Malcolm quickly snapped, his eyes also flaring up in anger at my statement. So...he doesn't think it was me. My guard fell a little.

"It was her!" Prisilla screeched. "How can you say that? I saw it with my very own eyes."

I scoffed, "I don't believe you for a second. I'm not a fool, Prisilla. I have no ill intentions towards Alastair."

"You know he never liked you. Maybe that's why you wanted to kill him. So that you can stand next to Malcolm and become his forever." Prisilla snapped back.

I pulled down the collar of my shirt, revealing Malcolm's mark on my shoulder. "I am already his! I don't need anything else to say otherwise. I don't care about Alastair or what he wants."

Prisilla's eyes darkened with rage when she saw the mark on my neck, "You're lying!"

"Enough." Malcolm interrupted before we could jab each other further. I turned to glare at Malcolm, feeling angry with the whole situation.

"I'm not going to sit here and be accused of something I didn't do." I moved to stand up.

"Sit down," Malcolm ordered me with a rough irritated voice. I was clenching my jaw so hard together, I think they will snap any second.