Chapter 38 Showing: Cyrus POV

• I woke up to the feeling of my bladder ready to burst. Goodness, this had to be the third time tonight. I got up as carefully as possible, trying not to wake my sleeping mate as I slipped from his embrace. I walked to the bathroom, waddling as I rubbed my nicely sized baby bump. It was the second week of my third month, and my stomach wanted the world to know. It was rounded and starting to protrude, though I wasn't struggling to move around too much. I was definitely going to be soon. As I peed, I suddenly had a craving for vanilla ice cream and cheddar cheese. One of the many things this pup made me hungry for.
• I finished up and quietly made my way to the kitchen, taking my time as I walked down the steps so that the added weight didn't knock me off balance. Quickly and quietly, I made myself a bowl of ice cream with sprinkles of the shredded cheese on top, before sitting at the kitchen island and stuffing my face. I rubbed my rounded stomach as I ate contentedly. That is, until I heard footsteps walking into the kitchen. I looked towards the intruder with my usual stoic mask and had to stop myself from puking as my eyes landed on Sara, of all people. I didn't have the chance to wonder why she was here when I smelled the scent of wolves from the pack. Seriously? I looked away and continued my previously blissful actions with my stoic mask on my face. I hoped she would leave, rather she spoke,
• "Haven't you gained enough weight, rogue? I bet he only fucked you out of pity and you, being the worthless trash you are, happily accepted. Did it feel good not having to sell yourself for once or was it incomparable to the wild exploits you've probably already had, rogue whore?"