Lethal Temptation (by Michelle Ray) novel Chapter 293

293 Shadows at Breakfast

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293 Shadows at Breakfast

Mara

Three Months Later

I woke up aching from head to toe, again. The weight of being two weeks from my due date was no joke. Every bone felt like it was negotiating a truce with gravity, and I’d lost count of how many times I visited the bathroom each night. Still, I pushed myself up from the bed.

Lucian was already on the couch, laptop open, eyes locked in that laser-focused way he got when he was deep into something. He looked calm, handsome, completely unaware of how hard it was to simply exist in this very pregnant body.

First things first: the bathroom. Nature wasn’t waiting for anyone.

I returned to the room a few minutes later, freshly relieved, teeth brushed, and a little more human. Lucian

was still working.

“Good morning, darling,” he said, finally looking up with a warm smile.

I sank into the other couch with a groan. “Barely, I muttered.

He closed his laptop and walked over to kiss me, first on the lips, then on my belly.

“What are you doing?” I asked, watching him with narrowed eyes.

“Searching for a real vacation home,” he said, his grin smug. “By the beach. In Driftwake.”

I raised an eyebrow. “You mean a baby escape plan?”

“Exactly that.”

I tilted my head. “And the names? Have you decided?”

His face gave him away before he said a word. That guilty husband look. The one that screamed ‘I forgot

again’.

“Lucian,” I groaned, already annoyed.

He dropped to a squat by my feet and started massaging them. Smart man.

“Don’t worry, darling. We’ll sort it out soon,” he said soothingly.

I pulled my foot away slightly, not letting him off the hook.

“I don’t want a repeat of Richard. You didn’t even think, you just blurted the first name that came to mind. This time, it needs to be special.”

He took my foot back gently and kept massaging. “You choose the names you’re most comfortable with. We’ll talk about them. Decide together.”

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It wasn’t exactly an answer, but it was Lucian’s version of I’ll try.

He stood a moment later. It was breakfast time.

Lams

I didn’t need a clock to know it, our rhythm had become that predictable. What I wasn’t looking forward to was the mood at the table. Alpha Vander would be there, and he hadn’t been himself since Martha left.

He barely spoke. He barely ate. He was present but not really there.

Three months had passed, but the shadow of her absence still lingered in every room he walked into.

I doubted that would change anytime soon.

And as much as I disliked how he used to treat her, I found myself hoping, for his sake, that she would

return.

Because the man sitting at our table each morning wasn’t Alpha Vander.

He was just… Vander. Lost. Waiting.

I had tried reaching Martha several times. No response. It felt intentional, like she didn’t want to be found.

But I wasn’t ready to give up. I decided I’d try again after breakfast. Maybe this time, she’d pick up. I just

wanted to ask her to come home.

Lucian and I showered together, something we’d made a habit of these days. I hadn’t truly appreciated the size of our shower until my belly grew. Now, it felt like a small sanctuary. Lucian washed me gently, like I was something precious, and though I sometimes rolled my eyes at how pampered he made me feel, I secretly loved it. We joked, splashed, lingered too long. It was our soft place before the rest of the world

crept in.

After drying off, I pulled on my short free-flowing gown and let out a quiet grumble.

“What’s the matter, darling?” Lucian asked, already pulling on a shirt.

I glanced at the bedroom door. “I’m not looking forward to breakfast.”

He sighed, understanding instantly.

“I still don’t get why she left,” he muttered, clearly still holding onto his frustration. “It’s not like Martha was

perfect. And my father apologized. I know he meant it.”

I turned and looked at him, my expression soft but serious. “Lucian, she’s hurting. You’ve seen how he treated her. Do you honestly think I’d stay if you spoke to me the way your father spoke to her? If you humiliated me like that? Made me feel disposable?”

He looked down, jaw tight. I could see the defense building in his head, but he didn’t speak.

“I think he believed she’d never leave,” I continued. “He convinced himself he was doing her a favor by keeping her around, and so he never saw the need to change. She was always supposed to stay. But she

didn’t.”

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Lucian shook his head. “My father’s jealous, Mara. Possessive. I learned he didn’t let my mother out of his sight either.”

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