Sinful Mates 1-3 novel Chapter 156

　　Thaddeus POV

　　A month passed quickly; we were still on the move. Evelyn becoming more and more uncomfortable as each day passed. She only had a month left if that. Pulling up at our next destination, I pulled the car to a stop. Evelyn asleep beside me with the chair laid back while Ryland and Orion were crammed in the back. Morning sickness wracked her petite body a couple days after we found out she was pregnant, despite the size of growing belly she looked frail and sickly and continued to lose weight. Her eyes hollow and her breathing uneven. We were right the baby was absorbing everything we fed her.

　　I managed to finally get a hold of Amara and she said she couldn’t see Evelyn’s future, which worried me. My mother told me not to worry that when she was pregnant with us her future couldn’t be seen either but still with the way Evelyn was going, it had us all scared. Our Evie was human, and Bianca had been doing research for us, found out those that carried supernatural babies only lived if they had vampire DNA, no human survived before not carrying were baby. Most survived carrying vampire children, but no human survived werewolf children, and Evelyn was carrying a tribrid and a strong one at that. I could already sense the magic radiating out of her, yet it wasn’t like my magic. I must have been drawn the shit card when magic was handed out, hit with the bad stick no scrap that I was hit with the entire damn tree. The child Evie was carrying, its magic reminded me of Amara’s pure and good.

　　We tried to keep it from her not wanting to add onto to her worry. The darkness surrounding me has been getting worse and just being near her was becoming uncomfortable. Amara thinks it’s because I am picking up on Evelyn’s distress. Evie has become wary of me and sometimes I catch her staring lost in thought, like she could truly see the monster I am, yet she tried her best to cover it, but it didn’t go unnoticed by me.

　　“Babe, you need to wake up” I tell her shaking her shoulder, she moves trying to get comfortable and I give up instead, hopping out of the car and going to her door and opening it. Ryland was grabbing bags from the boot while Orion went to get the keys for the room. Scooping her up, she barely moves, her eyes fluttering open before closing again. I follow Orion to the room, Ryland right behind us. Placing her on the bed, she rolls on her side.

　　“We can’t keep doing this” Ryland says looking down at her and I agree, it was too much on her. Every day she grew weaker even walking was a challenge sometimes. Though she had moments where she was full energy mainly late at night, she even craved blood sometimes, which always made her sex drive spike after she had consumed it, the kid was going to come out with a head like a golf ball if she didn’t settle down, her hormones out of whack majorly. One minute she was horny and had a burst of energy the next tired and lethargic. Orion spent most of his time reading pregnancy books or surgical books trying to find way to help her.

　　“What do you want to do?”

　　“Maybe we should head home. It’s been a month and we haven’t seen them for two weeks now,” Orion suggests. I nod maybe, or at least long enough for her to have the baby.

　　“It’s up to you, Thaddeus,” Ryland says looking down at her again and brushing her hair from her face.

　　“We will head home tomorrow. I think that might be best. I will have Amara and my mother meet us there to set up some wards with me.”

　　Ryland climbs on the bed beside her, rubbing his hand over her belly before kissing it.

　　Heading for the bathroom, I strip off and step in the shower. My mind racing with what I should do, my thoughts consuming me, and I feel the darkness creeping in. The whispers of my magic calling me to use it, getting louder. I try to tune them out, try to ignore them but I know it is pointless it will win, it always does. I shower quickly before shutting the water off and stepping, out wrapping the towel around my waist. I throw open my bag before grabbing jeans and shirt along with my hoodie.

　　“Where are you going?”

　　“Out” I needed to get away, get way before it gets worse, and I attack Ryland again. Luckily, Evelyn remained asleep dead to the world because even what I did frightened me before Orion pulled me off him.

　　“Thaddeus don’t do this; you’re only feeding it when you give into it” Orion tries to reason. I know he is right but better then to let it hurt them. Ignoring him I walk out the door, heading for the main street of this shitty town. The winters chill having no effect on me as I continue walking until I finally hit a service station, for some reason looking in the glass windows. A woman was walking in the glass sliding doors, holding a little girl’s hand. It was late, for some reason seeing the woman struck me as odd, it was freezing out and both of them had hardly anything on. I watch stuck for some reason when I see a shady looking man walk in after her. I could tell by the way he walked, he was up to no good, usually I would continue on my way, but I found myself frozen, my eyes glued on the woman unaware of the danger lurking in the service station with her.

　　My thoughts going to Evie, what if that was her and our child. I was almost stuck in a trance until I heard the shrill voices of the woman screaming, the cries of the girl as her mother tugged her behind a shelf near the entry way. The man I could see was holding a gun at the teller and I could hear his voice from where I stood. The service station attendant holding his hands up, when I see the man stalk back toward the entry grabbing the woman by her hair. The little kid looking on helplessly as he drags her mother away toward the register pointing the gun at her head.

　　I blink only to open my eyes and find myself in the store next to the child. My reaction shocking me, why did I do that? The little girl sobbing, pulling me out of my tumultuous thoughts, my eyes going to her crouched behind the shelf sobbing and I look toward the startled service station attendant. He looks at me with alarm before the man turns, pointing the gun at me. He looked dirty, tattoos littered his face and piercings. He had a ratty torn leather jacket on, looking every bit the piece of scum, he is.

　　“Stay back or I shoot the woman” He yells, pointing the gun back at her head. She had her hands clutching his that were yanking her hair. She would have been in thirties maybe.