His Stolen Heart

Chapter 9

"Why do you love me so much?" Corey stared back at her for a brief moment, speeding up as he heard her heart continue pounding profusely. His hands weaved through his hair backward, swallowing hard at the scent and amount of blood she was losing.

"You're my mate Victoria, you mean the world to me. Why are you asking that now?" He asked frustrated, glancing back quickly to check up on her as her breathing suddenly became heavy and uneven.

"Because I don't think I deserve you," she refrained a groan, "you always having my back, coming to my rescue, loving me. I don't know. You deserve someone better, stronger," a loud gasp escaped her lips as her stomach churned, she rose with her elbow, holding her stomach as she exhaled loudly trying earnestly to control her breathing. She stared into his eyes as he silently watched between her and the road ahead of them. "You need a woman that's not as foolish as me, Corey."

"Don't let Dam's words get to you,"

"It's not about that!" She screamed at him, throwing her head back as he back arched against the back seat, lips shivering. "I'm sure there is a way you can find someone you could build a family with, with no problem whatsoever, someone that's strong enough to...to..."

"You're out of your mind if you think someone else will make me as happy as you do, stop saying foolish things, and relax." He slammed his hand on the steering wheel with exhaustion, anger evident on his face. What does she think? That, she would escape him through childbirth? There is still a lot of things she still hasn't experienced with him, things he wished to do with his true mate, not just a random person who wouldn't even be capable of putting a smile on his face as she does.

Victoria stared at him a minute -- no two in the least -- the agonizing pain between her legs stretching her throat in an endless contraction and relaxation. "Do I make you happy?"

Corey focused his gaze on the road, heaving at the heaviness in the magnitude of their discussion, she was definitely out of it and he didn't have the time to waste chastening about a dead subject.

"Corey!!!" She suddenly gasped for air as her fingers dragged through the car seat. With teeth seething in pain Corey looked back at her swiftly, watchful of the road in front of him, her throat gulping violently as she fights for air more violently. "I think... it's coming, can you..." She held the chair, groaning loudly as she rose a little before falling back down to the chair, "can you come and check!" She screamed holding her forehead to the chair as tears ran down her face, her body shifting on its own accord forcing another groan out of her lips as she pushed.

Corey quickly packed the car beside a nearby bush, getting out of the driver's seat he sped walked to the back seat as a flash of her pain floods his system he opened the door to find a small trail of blood dripping from the edge of the car's seat. "You're bleeding heavily baby, shouldn't we try to reach the hospital first?"

"No!!" A jap of air escaped her, "check, I think they're coming." He stared at her scared face for a second, biting his lips angrily with irritation directed not at her but someone else he just couldn't wait to teach a lesson.

So, he stepped into the car moving to separate her tightly held legs, "grant me permission," he said, gesturing to separate her legs noticing how her legs quivered underneath the pressure, "relax okay?! Everything will be fine, I already told Steven." She nodded, slowly opening her legs as he placed his head between them, swallowing at the visible sign of hair protruding out of her.