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Chapter 54

I wake with a jump when I realize who is in the room. It is my worst nightmare coming true, he is here to take my baby. His hand moves over my bump, and I jump, the muscles in my belly stretching from moving so quickly as I sit up in my bed against the headboard. My heart pounds in my chest so hard I can hear it.

“Calm down, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to startle you,” he says, grabbing my arms while I frantically look around, praying Dragus will come back. I move away from his touch, ignoring the sparks moving over my skin from the mate bond. The movement cost me my stomach contents as I scramble, trying to get off the bed. But, being so round and tangled in the blankets, I spew on the blanket before I can make it off the bed. I feel sick, my face heating with embarrassment as I cover not only myself, but also Silas from being so close.

“Sorry,” I blurt hasitly rushing to the bathroom. I feel more coming up, only just making the toilet in time. I flush the toilet and quickly wash my mouth out with water and wetting my face, trying to cool down.

“Dragus said you were sick, he wasn’t joking.”

I roll my eyes at his comment. Looking down at my shirt and pants, I am covered in it. Walking into the room, I find Silas shirtless, and the bed stripped as he rolls the blankets up, walking to the door and placing them in the hall. He turns around and stops, looking down at my shirt. He steps forward, about to peel it off me when I step back.

“I’m just trying to help Lora.”

“Want to help, then leave,” I tell him, turning away from him and moving to my drawers in search of another shirt.

“Dragus will be here soon,” he says.

“Then leave, I don’t need you here Silas get out.”

“I am not leaving; I will wait for Dragus to return then I will go,” he says.

I grab some clothes and walk into the bathroom. He follows and I turn on him again when he tries touching me.

“Out now,” I warn him, but he doesn’t listen, completely ignoring my request.

“Just let me help you, I am not going to do anything to you geez,” he says, reaching for my shirt again. I slap his hands away when he steps closer.

“Dragus!” I scream, panic consuming me as I begin to feel caged in this small bathroom, my lungs restricting from feeling suddenly claustrophobic.

“It’s fine Lora calm…” he begins to say, reaching down for me.

I slap him. My own anger getting the better of me, my hand connecting with the side of his face with an audible flesh on flesh sound. My hands are shaking when I realize what I have done as his head snaps to the side from the force. His jaw clenches and unclenches.

“I’m sorry, just don’t be grabbing and touching me like that,” I stammer out as his eyes start flickering before he closes them, his chest rising and falling rapidly, and my blood runs cold. Panic hits me when I realize Dragus must not be in the castle because he would have smashed the door down by now.

He rubs his cheek, his eyes opening. He reaches his hands out towards me and I put mine up which are trembling horrifically. In case I need to defend myself from him, and stepping back. When he grabs them.

“Just let me help.” I look to the door, willing one of them to come in, surely they could feel me by now. “I won’t hurt you,” he says, making my eyes dart back to him, his thumb rubbing my palms as he grips my shaking hands. He steps closer, his hands running down my arms to my shirt, pulling it up and over my head. His eyes linger on my bump for a second, then he reaches behind me, turning the shower on and making me flinch away from him. He adjusts the taps, leaning back slightly. His fingers move to the waistband of my pants.

“I can undress myself,” I tell him sharply.

He steps away, raising his hands in surrender. “I’ll wait out there for you to hop out,” he says, turning around and heading into the bedroom.

The bedroom door suddenly flies open, smashing loudly into the wall. Matitus storms in, grabbing Silas and slamming him forcefully against the wall, pinning him there. Dragus races into the bathroom, nearly colliding with me as I dart quickly out.

“I didn’t touch her,” Silas says with his hands up. Matitus growls.

“Wait he didn’t do anything,” I tell Matitus. He lets him go and Dragus grabs me.

“I’m sorry I shouldn’t have left,” he says.

“She threw up, that’s it,” Silas says, looking at me along with Matitus. I give a nod, and Matitus lets out a breath.

“It’s fine I will go, I promised to help Peter anyway,” he says walking out.

Dragus lets me go, and I walk into the bathroom, stripping my pants and hopping in the shower.

I just wanted to help her, why can’t she see that? I never meant her any harm even after she slapped me. I shouldn’t have been so handsy, yet the disappointment that flooded me when my mates ran in assuming I was attacking her, hurt the most. They really think that little of me to hurt her again especially while she is this far along carrying our child.