Zique was utterly flabbergasted. What did he mean by that? The words weren’t properly processing. Kiara was pregnant? The doctor…? The doctor lied? Then was everything he did really for nothing? He had put Kiara through all that pain even though she was already carrying his child and he had called her useless, degraded her, pretended not to love her all for a cause that had already been fulfilled… F*ck! What was this? Another punishment from the goddess? He had locked up a pregnant woman and one that was carrying his child, he had sinned, greatly; sinned against both his mate and child. Kara hated him already, when she found out about this, she would hate him even more, after all he had named her something she was not… Infertile…He had called her infertile, told that she could do nothing for him if she couldn’t give him a child and…and… Zique bit his lips, an anxious feeling running right through him. How would she react when he told her? Would she cry again? Would she even want

Kiara didn’t sleep even when she was dying to, instead she waited out on the porch alongside Damion until Gabe staggered through the gate hauling Zique behind him. “F*cking hell, Zique! At least try to walk.” Both Kiara and Damion got up, rushing over to them. “I can smell the alcohol from here…Jesus Christ Zique!” Damion grabbed Zique’s arm, helping Gabe on their journey inside. Kiara crept behind them like a mouse in the night, her hand gripping tight to her chest when for the very first time in her life Zique’s scent made her stomach turn. There was something about the alcohol that tainted it, it made her head hurt and her mouth water in an unpleasant way, it made he… “Let go!” Kiara’s eyes flashed over to Zique as he pulled away from Gabe and Damion’s clutches, staggering over to her. He didn’t look like himself, his eyes were barely open, his shoulders saggy and his steps weren’t as confident as they once were. “Kiara my princess…” Kiara stiffened when he grabbed her face. “Z

Kiara shrugged. “Probably…” “Yes or no, Kiara.” Kiara glared at him. “I don’t have to answer you, I’m not obligated to.” She walked towards the only exit in the room, gasping when his hands grabbed hers before she could run away. His question puzzled her even though it shouldn’t, did she hate him? She did…or rather she was supposed to, but… Kiara clenched her fist, no buts, she wouldn’t let her stupidity blind her. She hated him and even if she didn’t she’d work her way towards hating him. "Just answer me, please…I want to know.” Kiara nodded her head, her eyes not meeting his. “I do, I hate everything about you. I even hate looking at your face now.” “Really…?” he stepped closer to her and Kiara gagged when that scent from last night ran across her nose. It wasn’t as strong as it was last night, but she could still smell it. “Do you really hate me?” “Can you…” Kiara pushed at his chest, feeling nauseous all over again. “Can you give me some space…? Your scent, the alcohol…it’

Kiara pulled her hand from beneath his, his words were stabbing like nails into her heart, he was unforgivably tempting her, coaxing her, leading her right back to him, and she had to put a stop to this before she eventually caved. “Zique stop this. I already told you…I’m done. You’ve hurt me too much.” She dropped her fork, sighing as she did so. “You left me in that prison Zique, left me for her. Did you think it wouldn’t hurt? I was bullied every day, the guard made it his duty to remind me of the fact that I was abandoned, and he was the one to tell me about your ceremony because you didn’t.” “Kiara I…” “No, I don’t want to hear it, I’ve put up with you for too long. I begged you Zique. I told you that I was sorry when you met me at the entrance of my cell. I had been more worried about you than I was worried about myself. ~‘Was he okay?’ ‘Would he hate me?’~ and yet all you could think of was turning your back on me. You left me Zique, I needed you…if not anybody else, I needed

Kiara’s legs trembled as she went down on her knees in front of him, her innocent blue eyes staring up at the hard, thick and veiny thing that was now towering inches away from her face. “Taste me.” Her hesitant hands gripped his thighs for support, her tongue slipping between her lips to lick at the tip. It tasted…Kiara didn’t know how to describe it, but he tasted just as manly as he smelled. It was sweet and yet there was this bitter taste too; something Kiara surprisingly liked. Her tongue slid down the length of it, not knowing what else to do. Her eyes drifted up to stare at Zique, wanting to see if he was just as affected as she was when he did things to her. But his face was nonchalant as he looked at her too…did he not feel anything…? Kiara pulled away from him, licking her lips. “What should I do? I-I want you to feel good too.” Zique bent down, his face coming so close to hers. “You’re so naughty Kiara…” A smirk spread across those teasing lips, his dark eyes sizing he