Alpha Nicholas The moment I step on to the Alpha floor, I feel my body instantly start to relax and, after a quick chat with my parents, my dad ushers her, the girls and the guards out of my lounge and off my floor, clearly sensing my need for alone time with my mate, which I appreciate. Before he left, he insisted on having the guards stationed at the bottom of the stairs that lead to my floor, which I have no problem with. They are close enough for our protection, more importantly, the protection of my mate, but also far enough away not to impose on any of my alone time with my mate. The stairs that they are now guarding are the only way to gain access to my floor, so I can finally allow my mind to settle and forget about all the shit that's going on, even if it's only for a few hours. When I first stepped on to our floor, I could faintly smell Bonnie's scent, but the moment I entered our bedroom it hit me in the face like a hammer, and I'm instantly in need of her. I look down at the bed to find it empty, but I don't panic as I can hear water running from the bathroom and know exactly where she is. It's one of my favorite places to find her, and it instantly lifts my mood. Unfortunately for me, it's at that moment that her emotions hit me and, while there appears to be a stream of emotions running through her body right now, the strongest emotion that I can feel from her is sadness, and it instantly guts me. What's going on? I swear if someone has said or done something to upset her that I am going to rip their heart out and stuff it up their ass! I quietly make my way into the bathroom so as not to frighten her. Only the sight that greets me has me being the one that is frightened as my heart pounds in my chest and Storm instantly goes on alert as he sees the same as I do. Our mate is sitting on the floor in the shower with her knees pulled up to her chest and her chin resting on them as she appears to be in a world of her own while the water runs over her, and then I see it, she's crying and fuck, if that doesn't instantly make me feel both sad and angry all at the same time. "Bonnie?" I gently call her name while still trying not to scare her, but she doesn't seem to hear me. Either that or she's not paying any attention to her surroundings because she doesn't move an inch when I call her. Usually I would be pissed at her being so unaware of her surroundings, but she's in her own shower, in her own bedroom and if she can't feel safe here, then where can she? So no, I'm not pissed at the fact that she hasn't noticed me. No, I'm pissed because my mate is clearly in distress and that is not OK with me. I already knew that I loved her, but seeing her like this makes me realize just how deeply I really do love her. This love has to be more than just the mate bound because seeing her like this physically hurts. I would do anything to never see her cry again, and instead always with that beautiful smile of hers on her face. I swear I would burn the whole world down not to see her like this ever again. I keep my movements slow as I make my way across the bathroom and slowly open the glass shower door, "Bonnie." I gently call out to her, but again, there's no response from her. "Bonnie, sweetheart." The longer she stays quiet, the more scared I feel. What if something is seriously wrong here? Fuck it! I quickly take my cell phone out of my pocket and place it on the floor beside the shower before stepping inside, ignoring anything else that may be in my pockets. I wouldn't usually give a shit about my cell, it can be replaced, but I don't know what's wrong with Bonine yet and I may need to call the doctor, so breaking my cell doesn't seem like the greatest thing to do right now. I'm standing in front of her in two large steps and slowly get down on my hunches when she still doesn't respond to me. "Baby, talk to me. What's wrong?" This time my voice seems to bring her out of whatever daze she was in as she lifts her head a little to look at me, but still she doesn't say a single word. "I'm going to call the doc." I go to get up to grab my cell, but she stops me when she reaches out her hand and grabs my leg. "Please, don't. Im ok." I get back down low and take her hand in mine. "Your clearly not OK, sweetheart." She goes to disagree, but I raise a single eyebrow, calling her on her bullshit and she swiftly shakes her head. "I'm not OK, but I don't need a doctor." Her answer is vague, but I decide to give her a chance to explain, but if I'm still not happy with what she says after that then im calling the doctor if she likes it or not. I reach out my hand to touch her shoulder and gasp as the water hits my arm, it's ice-cold and battering down on my mate. I swiftly stand up shutting of the shower before bending over and scooping my mate off the floor and stepping outside the shower. Werewolves constantly run at a high temperature and right now my mate is seriously cold, and I'm seriously worried about her. For her to get this cold means that she's been under that cold water for a seriously long time. I stand her up and quickly grab a towel from the towel rack and wrap it around her before taking another one and wrapping her hair up in it before scooping her back up and walking her into our room and over to our bed. I sit her on the edge while I quickly strip out of my clothes, all while she still doesn't say anything. Once I'm down to my boxers, I get on the bed and pull my mate up to the pillows with me and wrap myself around her, hoping that my body heat will help warm her up. I give my mate a few minutes to relax and warm up, but it's not long before I have to try and get her talking. I need her to tell me what's going on because I feel like I'm losing my goddamn mind, not knowing what's going on or how to fix it. "Bonnie, please tell me what's going on. "I'm about to lose my mind with worry." Finally, my words seem to reach her as she looks at my face and gently nods her head before slowly sitting up. The moment she gets out of my arms, Storm starts whining. He's so build up with stress and worry over our mate that having her in our arms was the only thing keeping him somewhat calm. As soon as she's sitting up, I do the same and lean back against the headboard before swiftly gripping her hips and sitting her on my lap so that she is straddling me. I give her an encouraging nod all while remaining quiet, not wanting to delay her talking, but it's getting hard not to say anything. "I don't know where to start... or how to say this... I..." She stumbles on her words and, as always, I can't help but find it cute. I push a stray piece of hair behind her ear and then cup her cheek and lightly rub her cheek with my thumb. "Just spit it out, babe. Whatever it is, you can tell me." She gives me a small smile and nods her head as she takes a deep breath. "OK... so... I... I'm pregnant." She stumbles over her words before looking down at her lap. I hock a single finger under her chin and raise her head so she has no choice but to look at me. "I know, sweetheart." I give her a gentle smile as I try to keep my tone calm. The look of shock on her face is comical, and I swear it takes all I have to hold in a laugh that I don't think she would appreciate right now. "You know? What do you mean... how?" As if on instinct my hand lovers from her face and rests itself on her belly that's now growing our baby. Fucking hell, I'm going to be a dad again! "I figured it out on my way up here earlier. "I wanted to come and check on you because I was worried about you, and I was thinking over your symptoms and considering calling the doc to come and check on you when everything started clicking into place." Even when I was pretty sure that I was right, I still wanted to wait for Bonine to tell me. I wanted to make sure that I was right before either of us got our hopes up. Although seeing how upset she is now, I'm starting to wonder if it's not what she wants and that thought guts me deep. "Oh." is all she says as she sits on my lap and just stares at me. "When did you find out?" She tilts her head a little, seeming confused for some reason but answers me anyway. "Earlier today. I did come to tell you, I wanted to tell you straight away but then, well, stuff happened and as you saw, I ended up freaking out instead." "Why did you freak out darling? "Is it because you're pregnant? "Do... do you not want this baby?" Again she gives me a confused look, but still doesn't explain it. "Yes, it is. That and other stuff." Suddenly, I feel her entire body tense up, and I feel like she's trying to pull away from me and I hate it. "Bonnie, you have to tell me what's going on in your pretty little head, because I'm pretty sure that there's more going on that I realize."She nods her head as she tries to slide of my lap, but I tighten my hold on her hips and hold her in place. She stops trying to move but the look on her face changes. She looks determined, but I'm not sure what for. "Yes, I'm pregnant and, yes, it was a shock, but I want this baby more than anything, but I understand if you don't want anything to do with him or her. I can leave tonight, and you never have to see us again. It will tear me apart to leave you, but I wont give my baby up. That being said, there also wont be any hard feelings. I will just leave, and you'll never have to see us again.""What the fuck are you talking about?" I'm instantly raging, and I swear I have never had to work so hard to control my anger in my whole entire life. "She said that you didn't want any more children and, after what you went through, I get it. I do an-" "Who said I didn't want any more children?" What the fuck is going on here? "Lottie. Lottie said that you never want any more children."