In Between The Alphas
Chapter 94

You could have heard a razor drop from how silent the room became. Nobody dared to move or speak, we were all processing her words.

"I'm sorry," it was Diana who broke the silence, "Did you just say baby?"

"Yes I did." Adamaris turned to me, "You didn't know."

"I'm not-," I began then exhaled sharply, "How do you know that?"

"We're bonded remember," she cracked a small smile, "When the witch tried to pry your mind open I had to jump in to defend you and then I felt another aura mixed with yours- it was pretty weak so at first I didn't think anything of it but when I saw you I felt it again. I thought you knew."

"I didn't," I forced the knot in my throat back down, "Do you have an idea how-how far along I am?"

"Charlotte-," Logan's voice was soft.

"It's a question Logan." I turned to Adamaris, "Do you?"

"I'm a witch not a doctor. And the aura isn't that strong yet so it can be anything as little as a week or as far a month. Anything I say will probably not be accurate; you'll have to go to a doctor to confirm."

I inhaled sharply as tears pricked my eyes. There might be a possibility that it's Hunter's child. "Can you just tell me what you think?"

"I don't know- maybe two or three weeks. I could be wrong. You were underfed and the baby would be really weak so you could actually be further along."

"Is that all the news you have?" I asked and she nodded, "Thank you for bonding with me and keeping me safe."

"You're welcome." she gave me a warm smile, "I have to go but I'll be back tomorrow to help you ward the house."

"A time for when you'll arrive would be nice." Greg drawled, "I'm not interested in any more surprises."

"Seeing you once was more than enough," she quipped, "I'll make my way in after you leave the house." She shot him a grimace before turning to me, "I'll see you around Charlotte and if you ever need me- call." She walked out of the door and everywhere went silent for a full second.

"Congratulations Charlie," Diana pulled me into a hug, "You'll be a great mum."

"Thank you."

"Amelia is going to have to contend with someone else for your attention now." I cracked a smile at her words.

Jake ruffled my hair and gave me a short hug that felt more comforting than congratulatory. Greg walked over and raked his eyes over me. I silently cursed those dark eyes of his that had a way of feeling like they were searing through your soul. "Congratulations." His voice was even as he pulled me into a hug. "Thank you."

He kept his voice barely over a whisper as he spoke, "It's not his."

My heart clenched at his words and I tried to pull away but he held me tighter, "I know what's going through your mind right now but it is not his. It's yours and Logan's no matter what happens."

He pulled away and I let out a ragged breath. Logan subtly pulled me closer to his side.

"It was really nice to see you guys." I said after I managed to stop my voice from cracking. "I didn't know how much I missed you until I saw you."

"We missed you too." Diana said, "I can't believe there's going to be a baby." Tears pricked my eyes and her eyes widened in alarm, "Are you okay?"

I nodded, "I'm just tired and all this news is overwhelming." I chucked softly, "I just want to go to bed and handle everything tomorrow."

I knew none of them believed my lie but they let me retreat to the room. Before I even reached the top of the stairs, the tears had started to fall. I shut the door behind me and pulled the blanket over my head.

About five minutes later, I felt Logan walk into the room but I didn't rise to look at him. I kept my sobs silent as the tears streaked down my face.

His hand brushed over my back through the thick blanket, "Charlotte," he began.

"I'm fine Logan," I kept my voice steady; "I'm just tired and overwhelmed with all the news."

"Don't lie to me." he said so I didn't. I stayed silent instead.

He sighed and lifted the blanket before slipping in behind me. He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me close to his body. I couldn't stop myself from turning around, burying my face into his chest and swinging one leg over his hip.

He wrapped his arms around me leaving one to rest in the middle of my back while the other rested on the upper thigh of the leg around his waist. He pulled me impossibly close and pressed a kiss to my forehead.

"Everything will be fine." He promised me, "I'm right here and I'm not going anywhere."

"Nothing is going to be fine," I told him, "He just keeps coming back every single time and I'm sick of it."

"He can't hurt you anymore."

"He doesn't need to. He delivered his final blow and if he succeeded then I am stuck reliving the worst days of my life for the rest of my life."

"You don't have to," Logan whispered, "If you want to then I will make an appointment for you first thing tomorrow."

I paused my sobs, "I can't do that," I said finally, "Even if it is his child I can't because it's mine too." I let out a shaky breath, "I just to be happy for once in my life. I don't want to have to worry."

"I am so sorry."

"Would you take care of it?" I asked, "Would you love the baby if it wasn't yours- if it was his." He went silent for a full minute, "I'm sorry, I should have never-"

"Don't apologize," he cut me off, "I was thinking of the best way to phrase my answer."

"You don't have to." I said but he ignored me.

"I would love the child because it's yours. I will always hate the circumstances around it but I will not hate an innocent child. I may not love them instantly- it would take some getting used to but I can promise that they would never know the circumstances around their birth and I will not give them reason to replace out."

I sniffled, "I hate that you're in this position because of me."

"It's not because of you." He kissed my forehead, "I love you."

It hit me that I haven't said the words back to him, "I love you too."

"It may not be his." He said after a few minutes of silence, "You might be worried over nothing."

"Let's be realistic here."

"I am being realistic." He said, "There's a higher possibility that the baby is mine than it being his."

"The odds don't ever seem to work in my favor."

"Then we make our own odds."

"I just-," I exhaled deeply, "I just don't want to get my hopes up and get disappointed. I don't want to believe it's yours then be told that the baby is not."

"It's going to be mine no matter who biologically fathered it." He kissed my forehead again, "I can set an appointment for tomorrow. We need to replace out how healthy the baby is anyway."

"Okay," I said finally then decided to ask something else, "Is he dead? You said he was as good as but never that he was."

"He's still alive," he admitted, "But barely."

"If the child is his, will you let him live?"

He didn't hesitate before responding, "This child is MINE, I don't care if he fathered it or not. He won't be alive to get involved in their life."