Fated For Lycan's Luna (Chloe and Blake) novel Chapter 109

Chloe's POV

It was already midnight, the chilly air blowing in my face as I walked. Under the calm night sky, the moon cast a gentle glow, illuminating the surroundings. I gazed at Blake who was walking beside me. His tall and commanding presence exuded the aura of a powerful Lycan King.

Moonlight caressed his skin, granting it a delicate translucence, making him appear more beautiful. But there was a subtle shift in his eyes. Unlike before when his eyes looked at me as clear as crystals, his eyes seemed to have a thin barrier that veiled his soul, preventing me from peering into the depths of his thoughts.

With great care, Blake walked me to my room, a routine he had diligently followed since my return.

From waking me up and guiding me to the kitchen for meals in the morning and during lunch, to accompanying me on walks in the afternoon, he exhibited respect and tenderness. But he never pushed me or put pressure on me. He did not even ask me questions aside from when he asked me how my day was or how I was feeling.

Clearly, he was being distant to me. This new distance between us was palpable, a far cry from the closeness we once shared.

I glanced down at my feet, comprehending Blake's actions without the need for explanation. He was honoring his promise, giving me the time and space I required.

Given the tumultuous path we had traversed, our separation and the reason for it, it was the best course of action. Yet, despite understanding his intentions, a faint ache resonated within my heart.

"We've arrived," Blake spoke softly, opening the door for me. "It's late at night, and you've had a busy day. Are you feeling alright?" His voice brimmed with concern as he observed me before casting a gentle glance at my growing belly.

Aside from respecting my need for space, Blake had also been cautious not to "intrude" too much into the realm of our child. He withheld his worries, allowing me to gradually invite him into our world.

I blinked and directed my gaze towards my belly, where the little bean had blossomed, creating a small bump. The sight brought a measure of solace, warming my soul.

"I'm okay," I assured Blake, looking up to meet his gaze. With a hint of shyness, I added, "Our baby... is doing well too."

Blake's eyes sparkled upon hearing my words, a smile gracing his lips. "That's wonderful," he replied, his eyes radiating warmth and joy. In that moment, guilt tinged my heart once more. I entered the room and glanced back at Blake.

"Do you... want to feel our child?" I whispered softly. His eyes widened for a moment before he eagerly entered the room, closing the door behind him. I bit my lower lip, suppressing a smile as I settled onto the bed.

"Now, the baby resembles a big bean," I murmured, gently caressing my belly. Blake hesitated briefly before sitting at the edge of the bed, his hand tenderly reaching out to touch the growing life within me.

For a few minutes, we remained in silence, the unspoken words swirling between us, carried by the profound connection of this shared moment.

The serene atmosphere in the room contrasted with the chaos swirling within me. Hesitation gripped my thoughts, and I nervously bit my lower lip, contemplating my next words. After a few moments of inner struggle, I mustered the courage to speak.