Page 38 of A Surprise Baby for the Wolf Shifter

I stood up and rushed into my living room. I stopped mid-stride as my eyes landed on her standing on the inside of the door. Tears streamed down her beautiful face. Her eyes were a darker blue as she stared at the floor. She sniffed a few times and took a couple of deep breaths.

I slowly took a step toward her.

She held up her hand and shook her head. “Don’t.”

I nodded and took a step back.

“I don’t trust you, but I trust that woman even less,” she said, barely making eye contact with me.

“Okay,” I said.

“I am willing to trust you enough to follow me back to my room. Just to make sure she’s not around,” she said.

I shook my head. A spark of an idea burst to life within my mind. This was an opportunity for me. A way to make her see. This was my last chance to make everything right. My last-ditch effort to patch things up and reassure her.

She stared at me, eyes begging me to let her go.

I shook my head. “No.”

15

GEMMA

How did everything go so wrong so fast? How did things end up at this point?

There was so much to process here, and I had no idea what the first step was to even begin to do that.

First, there was the ex. Well, Weylan said she was like an ex. She had a whole different perspective, clearly. I wasn’t sure what to believe when it came to her. If she was crazy, I could understand how Weylan treated her. But she certainly gave the impression that she was less than convinced they were over. And that made me wonder why.

The last thing I wanted to be was a homewrecker. And I couldn’t pretend to know anything about their relationship, or how long Weylan had considered things over between the two of them, much less where I came in.

I didn’t want anything to do with breaking them up. If I hadn’t gotten pregnant, I wouldn’t be in this predicament in the first place. Now, not only have I been somewhat involved in breaking up a relationship, but I was smack dab in the middle of something terrifying. Worst than my nightmares.

They turned into fierce animals.

Though, in any normal circumstance… and by normal, I mean people not turning into wild creatures… I would have appreciated Weylan’s attempts at trying to smooth things over and let me in on whatever just happened. But, in my experience, I’ve known men to say anything to get what they want, and this was uncomfortably close to those situations.

Call me cynical and jaded, but those were hard lessons learned.

All I wanted was to go back to my room, pack up my things, and head home. I wanted to put this whole weekend behind me and pretend it never happened. I wanted to move forward in my life, forgetting everything about Weylan and what he was and what I saw happen.

But, as I got up to leave, a wave of dizziness hit me.

It took a couple more attempts before I was able to walk out the door. And when I did, I had to stop in the middle of the gravel-covered driveway thanks to the sickening feeling in the pit of my stomach. The world around me was unusually silent and I had a surge of fight or flight running through my veins. It was all too much to bear.

My senses prickled with danger.

Couple everything else I was experiencing with the undeniable sensation of being watched by something from somewhere within the shadows… I had never been so out of my element and over my head all at once.

One thing was for certain. There was no way I was getting back to my room without the help of Weylan. Even though he was the very last person I wanted to be around or ask any favors from. The least he could do is protect and defend me from that woman long enough for me to get back to my room.

I could tolerate him long enough for that. At least, I would try.

Because I had to get as far away from his home as possible. But if using him to get back to my room was what it took, then I would do just that.

Playing off that I forgot something, I turned back around and kept my ears peeled on any sounds that weren’t normal. I mentally counted down the estimated distance as I took each step closer to the door.

Once I was back inside, I closed the door behind me and leaned against it. I struggled to catch my breath. My lungs worked overtime, almost as if I had just run a marathon. And I wasn’t going to allow myself to step any farther into a place I no longer wanted to be. The door was just fine.

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