The White Wolf[1]((Rough Unedited))

A Baby is Bourne

Chapter 7-

 I groaned as I noticed the brightness in the room. The sun was high in the sky and when I went to roll over to face Axel, sharp pain shot throughout my body and I couldn’t help to yelp. Eric burst into the room and I screamed in shock.

“ERIC!”

“DON’T MOVE!!” He snapped.

I froze, “What?”

“I said.. Don’t move. You’ll hurt yourself.” he said calmly.

“Well yeah?” I recalled the seemingly never ending night. “Why so bad?”

“Hah,” Eric laughed awkwardly. “You could SMELL the mating process Beth!” he chuckled and sat at the end of the bed. “We all placed a bet on if you’d both actually mate last night and you did- all night! You’re definitely carrying-”

Axel cleared his throat and crossed his arms,”I understand she’s your dear little sister but Genevive would like your help in the kitchen.”

“Urgh! I told her no nonsense while being so far along!” Eric growled and jolted from the room. I honestly didn’t blame him, Genevieve was about eight weeks pregnant, one to two more weeks and her pup or pups will be born.

“You’re not going to be like that when or if I have your pups will you?” I ask.

He shrugs,”Maybe. We unfortunately got the werewolf pregnancy timeframe and-”

“That is NOT unfortunate!” I snap.

“It is when you birth wolves.. You’re lucky we didn’t get that too.” He rolls his eyes and sits on the bed next to me.

“Yeah yeah.” I pull him close and he balances on the edge of the bed and wraps his arms around me.

He kisses my neck as he begins to whisper, “Bourne had a child.”

“As in Martin Bourne?”

“Yes. Eleanor Brassfield was his mate and just before he turned they mated. BUT, there’s a twist. Martin was a Moroi.”

I gasp, ‘WHAT!? So this, this child is werewolf AND vampire?”

“Yeah. Her name is Sicily Bourne and Eleanor swears she will never know her heritage and it’s best if no one does.” he says calmly.

“What will we do? What traits will she have? Won’t it be obvious?” I question.

“Well-”

“What?” I start to glare.

“This sounds quite horrid but.. What if we sent her and Eleanor to be a servants? You know in the castle? We’d pay Eleanor good so she doesn’t really have to work.” he says.

“Is that our only option?”

“Yes. Worse thing that can happen is her being more vampire than wolf and I highly doubt that.” Axel sits up and places a hand on my stomach.

“Let’s only hope.” I sigh and relax as my soreness seeps away.

“Yes let-”

“Prince,” the royal beta bursts in our room.

“WHAT,” Axel growls.

“You said to tell you when Eleanor had her-”

“YES!” Axel looked at me and stood. “Will you be-”

“I’m” I shoot up, shoving the pain aside. “Going!” I grunt.

 Axel sighs and picks me up bridal style, taking long strides to the stairs towards a room on the second floor. We go down a bright and warm corridor and end up in a room where several maids were shuffling around. Eleanor’s brown hair was plastered to her forehead as she cuddled her new baby.

I was set down and I stepped close to the bed and she growled- mother instincts. “Hey. Don’t-”

“DON’T YOU DARE GROWL LIKE THAT  TOWARDS YOUR LUNA ELEANOR!” Axel yelled in his angry alpha tone.

“Sorry Alpha, sorry Luna. Please forgive me,” she glanced at her darling baby and her head was hung low. She held baby Sicily out towards me in respect and I gingerly took her in my arms.

“She’s adorib-” Sicily’s eyes shot open as I spoke. Her eyes were tinged with the slightest color of read and I held back a gasp.

 Sicily wasn’t as pale as a strigoi, but she definitely looked like a Moroi but her wolf was as clear as anybody else’s. Besides the red tinge her eyes were an exact replica of Martin’s as her facial features were clearly Eleanor’s/

“She’s ADORIBLE!” I restated. “A perfect specimen, I wish you well!” I smile and hand Sicily back to Eleanor.

 My stomach dropped as a horrible feeling rocketed through my body. The feeling of sickness and death swirled around me. My wolf was on her toes and I took a whiff in the air. It was tinted with the slightest acrid scent but I knew from experience what that was.

Strigoi, and they were getting closer.