Page 53 of The Breeding Cave
CHAPTER
TWENTY-SIX
YEOSIN
The next morning, when Molly stepped into the bathroom, I yanked off my plush navy robe and dropped it onto the kitchen chair. The beast had forbidden me to leave today, but I needed to breathe. I hadn’t left Molly’s sight all night.
She shut the door, and I tiptoed to the front door and slipped out of it when I heard her start to pee. Don’t ask me how I was able to hear something like that through that heavy door, but I was out of here.
Once I shut the door behind me, I ran to the elevator.
I don’t have time to argue with you. I don’t have time to argue with you.
It was bullshit. The beast did have time. He could make time. If he didn’t have time to argue with me about not wanting to have any more nightmares, then what would happen when I carried his child? Would he have time for me then?
After balling my hands into tight fists, I hit the bottom button on the elevator. I didn’t want to get Molly into any more trouble, but I wasn’t going to sit in the house all day and wait for the beast to come back.
No. Screw that.
My mind was reeling at where he could’ve gone last night. He had come home with another woman’s scent all over him. It was so strong, and I hadn’t even really processed it until he left again last night.
Was he going back to see her? Who was she? My replacement?
Hot tears burned my eyes, and I crossed my arms all the way down to the bottom floor. I stepped out into the lobby and marched to the exit of the building. The doorman opened the door for me, and the freezing air chilled my skin.
I had work, and I wasn’t going to let the beast stop me.
Luciano would be pissed if I was late again.
The walk down the street seemed longer than usual in the cold. While the burns still decorated my body from head to toe, I couldn’t really feel the pain from them any longer. It had subsided substantially from last night.
So, I was all good to go to work.
I wasn’t going to wait around for the beast not to come home tonight again.
My body might’ve been ugly to him now, but … but …
My thoughts seemed to freeze up as the thought of being so ugly to him circulated my mind. Between that and the smell of another woman on him, being ugly had to be it, right? Why would he—or anyone—want to be with someone like me? My body was ruined.
I was ruined.
Could I even grow a baby in my belly? I didn’t know what had caused those burn marks last night, but they had seemed to happen in my nightmare. How was that even possible? What if it happened while I was pregnant and killed the child?
The beast would really hate me then.
After sucking in a breath, I headed straight for Pink Ivory. I needed to clear my mind, and maybe I could get on Luciano’s good side if I brought him his black coffee—my apologies for being late.
Coffee beans drifted into my nose, and I remembered how much I hated this place.
“You’re back, Alana?” Henry asked from behind the counter.
I offered him a small smile. “Just for drinks.”
“I see how it is,” he hummed in amusement, as if we were ever friends.
Once I decided to just be polite and forget about last night so my feelings wouldn’t bleed over into work, I stepped up to the counter. “I’ll take a green tea, no sugar or milk, and a hot black coffee.”
“That all?”
