Chapter 12

A couple of weeks went by without a sign or phone call from Derek Hale. It took me a week or two to fully recover from the mental and physical trauma I endured bit the hands of my own mother and her evil doctor. Luckily, my baby and I were both strong enough to pull though it.

The night I manifested my ancestral magic, was the night that horrific event took place in the small town of Beacon Hills. The death of my mother did hit me by surprise. Even though she tried to kill my baby and abandoned me as a child. I didn't hate her or wanted her gone. She was ripped away from me before we could the chance to get to know each other.

My mother, Kate, was murdered by no one other than the Alpha, Peter Hale, whom was later on killed and stripped from his title by Derek. He's the new Alpha now… My so called boyfriend….? No, wait… Lover? Soon to be baby-daddy?

Ugh!

He still doesn't know that he's going to be a father. After the couple of times we hooked up, his interest slowly went through the window. All my phone calls and text messages were all being ignored and going straight to voicemail. Typical men. His disinterest really did hurt me.

My heart aches to be close to him, to have him with me now that I needed him most.

With my pregnancy still a secret to everyone, expect for Allison and Lydia, I had no one to talk to. Both of them promised me to keep my secret, well a secret, A large part of me wanted to keep him or her and raise it myself, with or without the support of Derek Freaking Hale. But… then there's the other part of me, that's afraid to fail and unsure about this life changing decision.

I'm afraid to fail.

The cold breeze that suddenly invaded my warm en cozy bedroom, followed by the sound of footsteps, pulled me out of my daydreaming state. My mind was cloudy and a mess.

My bedroom was poorly lit with a couple of candles that were scattered around the large room, so it was difficult to see the intruder.

Turning in my spot on the floor, I squint my eyes to try to identify the the intruder. I hadn't realized it had been crying until that moment. My vision was blurry and I couldn't make out who the figure approaching me was. I panicked and began to crawl backwards while blasting the person with a minor spell.

Quickly, I wiped my eyes as the person fell down on the floor, lightly groaning.

The stranger recovered quicker than I anticipated. He had me pinned to the floor in no time, his large hands wrapped tightly around my wrists. His large body hovered over mine, I squeezed my eyes shut, this whole event taking me back to that night, the creepy old room and that vicious doctor. I struggled against the person, whimpering ever so softly as I remembered that horrible experience. My body went cold and rigid as he leaned down, his warm breath, fanning against my exposed neck. "Calm down…" he whispered against my ear. That voice! My heart skipped a beat and my eyes flickered open.

Derek! Is it really him?

I stared up at him, afraid to even blink. I didn't want to risk having him disappear.

He looked so different and yet the same. It felt like it had been years since I last saw him, but in reality it had only been a couple of weeks. Weeks where he had been focussing on other things… other people, like that blonde chick I heard he turned and had been hanging with.

"Derek.." I finally found my voice, my eyes narrowing just slightly.

"Kimberly." He retorted, a slight smirk forming on his delicious brims. His eyes held my intense stare.

"So you're still alive?" I questioned while arching a perfect shape brow, actually surprised to see him here in my room.

"Why wouldn't I be?" He asked while mimicking my attitude.

"Oh, I don't know.." I began, holding his gaze. "Maybe because you dropped of the face of the earth and have been purposely ignoring me?"

"I…" began to explain. But before he could lie his way out of this, I interrupted him.

"Don't even lie. Just admit it. Now that you've become the new alpha, you've been ignoring me for your new pack."

My face fell. I couldn't keep my emotions hidden any longer. I was angry, hurt and sad at the same time. He used me.

"I can explain." He stated, looking guilty.

"Then explain already!" At that point I looked almost broken. There were dark circles and bags under my eyes, my hair was a mess and I looked over all skinnier than before. Like I haven't eaten nor showered in days.

We both remained still and quiet. He seemed to be focussing or listening to something. After a short while he seemed to have snapped out off whatever the fuck he was thinking about. He loosened his grip on my wrists, as if he realized or feared that was hurting me.

"I know that I have been really distance lately…" He started to explain while gently helping me up.

"I… did… Did I do something to piss you off?" I questioned, afraid I had done something to push him away.

"No. You haven't done anything, love. You're perfect." He answered, his fingers caressing my left cheek.

"Is there someone else?" He hesitated to answer, so I pushed his hand away from my face. My mind immediately thinking back to that blonde haired girl from school.

"Of course, not!" He insisted, wrapping his arm around my waist, locking me in place and preventing me from stepping back.

"Listen." He spoke sternly, using his Alpha tone. "I'm not interested in anyone else." He reassured me. "As annoying you can be sometimes, you're the one I want." He caressed my cheek once again. "Kimberly, you're my mate!" He looked sternly at me, silently scolding me for forgetting that. "There's no-one else out there. I only see you!"

I bit down on my bottom lip, my weight shifting from one feet to the other. "Then where have you been?"

"I've been building a pack." He admitted, trusting me with the truth. "Preparing for a war that's to come." He lead me back to my bed.

"A war?" I questioned with my head cocked to the side.

"It's more like a preservation, incase they do come here."

"They?" I played with the hair at the back of his hands, silently thinking about what he said.

"A couple of old enemies." He sighed, the words slipping past his lips before he could register them. "Look, I didn't want to get you involved or in danger, so I thought staying away would be better."

"You can trust me with anything, Derek. And you know, I can hold my own." I didn't look up at him as I spoke, I just intertwined our fingers, giving his large hand a squeeze.

"I can help you out with anything you need regarding that war." I informed him, our eyes finally meeting each other.

"I know." He breather out, his warm breath fanning my face as he leaned in closer to me. My heart, once again, skipped a beat and my breath hitched as I felt his warm and soft lips against my own.

As he deepened the kiss by trailing his fingers through my hair, I shifted closer to him. My arms wrapping around his neck. It was like our first kiss, the rush, the overwhelming feeling I felt in the pit of my stomach as his musky scent invaded my senses. The kiss got heated in a matter of seconds.

After a while he pulled away, his eyes flashing a bright red, his large canines starting to show.

"Having trouble controlling your wolf?" I teased him lightly, a faint smile playing on my natural rosy lips.

He growled lowly, clearly not pleased that he was struggling with his wolf.

"I like that color on you." I admitted shyly as I kissed the corner of his lips, even if his canines were still out.

As I pulled back, I could see a small smile stretch upon his lips as he once again gained control over his wolf.

Suddenly, a wave of nausea washed over me. Before I could register what was truly happening, my feet carried me to the bathroom. I doubled over, emptying my already empty stomach.

Derek had followed me and held my hair back while whispering soothing words to me. His free hand was rubbing back in a very calm manner, soothing me.

'How on earth am I going to tell him the truth?' I wonder silently to myself while wipping my mouth with a piece of paper.

I reached for my toothbrush and put some toothpaste on it. My mind tried to find the right words, the right scenario to drop this bomb. Is he even going to accept this or is he going to tell me to abort it, just like my mother did?

Spitting the mess in my mouth out, I quickly rinsed my mouth before turning to face him. Do I even want a life with a man who dated my own mother? Jealously and anger cursed through my petite body, filling my veins. I didn't want to think about this… not now.

"Do you feel better?" Derek asked, with a worried expression on his features. He snapped me out of my thoughts and my eyes flickered up to meet his blue eyes. He never left my side. He was leaned against the wall, his gorgeous eyes looking me up.

"i'm okay.." I answered him, my nerves making all m courage disappear as I looked at him.

"We need to talk." I said hesitantly, ivory teeth nibbling down on my bottom lip. Leaning back against the counter, shifting from one feet to the other.

"What do you want to talk about?" He asked, sensing my nervousness.

"I…" I inhaled sharply before just letting the words fall from my lips. "I'm pregnant." I said it just above a whisper, but he heard me, seeing as he gulped loudly. His stand changed, his expression unreadable.

"Are you sure?" He asked almost hesitantly, his stern tone of voice sending shivers down my back.

I nodded my head, my eyes avoiding his gaze. "I am…"

I reached up to grab one of the pregnancy tests that came out positive from the cabinet, my hands visibly shaking.

Cautiously, I turned around to hand him the test I took a couple of weeks ago. He took it from me with a clouded look in his eyes. He stared down at the test, reading what it said. He seemed to be focused on something again. "I can hear it." He said with furrowed brows.

"I can hear it's heart beat." He repeated, this time sounding certain about what he was saying.

He could actually hear our babes heartbeat. That piece of information made my own heart swell-up. It was nice to know to know that my little one was actually alive and well. After the accidents of a couple of weeks ago, I feared it wouldn't be strong enough to pull through. A small smile pulled at the corner of my lips, calmness washing over me.

"So, you believe me then?" I questioned with my head cocked to the side. "I do…" he admitted shortly, still processing all of this.

"We will get through this." He continued while approaching me. Derek took my small hands in his large ones and brought them to his lips, kissing them lovingly. "Are you sure?" I questioned with fear in my chocolate colored eyes.

"I'm sure!" He stated with firmly, taking me in his arms. His warmth was welcoming. I missed it.

His manly scent filled my nostrils, slowly taking over my senses. I burrowed my face in the crook of his neck. "I missed you." I admit, breathing more of him in.

"I missed you too, darling. More than you can imagine." He said while picking me up bridal style. "I'm sorry for being so absent." He whispered again my ear as she carried me towards the bed.

"Just promise me you won't leave me again." I told him. I sounded so small, so fragile and hopeless.

"I promise." He said while laying me down on the bed.