Page 115 of Eclipse Sector

“Did you hear me?”

“Yes,” I repeated. “You need to go to Kieran.” Because he was Cillian’s first priority. He would always put the King of Blood Sector first, as well as all the wolves under Kieran’s protection.

I would be last.

A low priority.

Would our pup be treated in a similar manner?I wondered.Would Cillian even want him or her in his life?

Gods, I couldn’t allow that to happen.

But our mating wasn’t permanent yet. I could… I could find another Alpha.

Assuming any of them would even want me now.

Carrying another wolf’s baby certainly wouldn’t make me very popular among the possessive males of my kind.

I curled tighter into myself, barely hearing Cillian’s voice as he said something behind me. Something about coming back.

I just shrugged.

It didn’t matter when he came back or if he came back. “Do whatever you need to do,” I told him, my voice sounding far away.

He pressed a kiss to my neck that I barely felt, the sheets moving around him as he left the bed.My nest. Except, it didn’t feel right now. It felt… foreign. Infiltrated by his minty scent.

I pressed my nose into the sheets and winced, realizing that at some point I’d changed the linen. I’d probably wanted to make my safe haven smell like the Alpha I’d chosen.

But he hadn’t chosen me.

He’d rejected me.

Said he would never bite me.

Only… only a memory nagged at my mind, one where he’d said if we did this, if he knotted me, he’d claim me.

Was that real or a dream?

A fantasy or reality?

He kissed me again, only on the temple this time. “I’ll bring back something to eat in a bit,” he told me.

I snorted. The notion of food did not appeal to me.

Which brought on a few more strange memories of Cillian forcing a sandwich on me, as well as fresh fruit.

“Maybe rest a little, macushla,” he whispered now, his lips hovering against my forehead.

Rest, I thought, grunting a little.Yeah, sure. That’ll help the situation.

He heaved another of those horrible sighs and disappeared, leaving me inside my strange nest.

Pregnant.

Unmated.

Alone.

He warned me,I thought sadly, curling into an even tighter ball. I didn’t listen. And now, I only have myself to blame…