Chapter 119

Logan

After Emily confirmed the news of her pregnancy, I immediately ordered Tony to take her home so she can be on bedrest. This whole time, Emily has been working so hard and nonstop for the pack, so it is time for her to finally sit back and relax and take care of herself as well as the baby she's making inside of her body.

I never thought that I would be a father. I always push that part of my future away, trying to keep as much distance between me and it as possible, but now? Now, I feel as if my whole life has been leading up to this moment. To become a father to a strong wolf that I can be proud of.

I walk towards my small bar in my office, glasses of whiskey and bourbon sitting on top. I grabbed one of the empty glasses and fill the bottom layer of it with whiskey, swirling the alcohol around the glass before bringing it up to my lips, slowly sipping on it. A drink is always in order for a celebration like this. There's no one in the office that I can celebrate with, except for myself, knowing that my office would not be as excited for the baby as I am.

After all, they have made it abundantly clear that they much prefer any other woman compared to Emily in my life. I do not care for their opinions, though, and only wish to focus on my future with Emily instead of the feelings of others.

I sit at my office chair and stare at my computer. In front of me sits piles of papers and spreadsheets that depict the future of my pack. It is a future that I am not only building for myself and the other werewolves in it, but for my future child to take control of once they come of age and I retire.

It is a heavy burden to Carrie with me now. I never had to think about it before, always thinking that I would pass the role of Alpha to one of Reid’s children or another suitable family member. Now, that weight that comes alongside the leadership position will be placed upon my child's shoulders.

I nearly begin to sip through the papers, sorting through them as I begin to map out their future. I want to make things as easy as possible for them when they begin to learn about the intricacies and importance of a leadership role like this. It doesn't help that I may become the next alpha King of the nation, to lead all of the packs to towards successful future.

Would they also think that they need to aspire for a role such as that one? They are not even here yet and here I am already worrying about the future. Their future, to be exact.

My mind floats back to my father. I know that if I tell him the news he will not be as excited as I am for it, but rather think of it in a political strategy way. Having a child with Emily will strengthen my case to become the next alpha King, putting me a step ahead from my other nominees.

I can hear my father's words inside of my head. I can hear the way he tells me that, even though the baby will most likely have a dormant wolf like Emily's, the baby will show that I wish to uphold wholesome family, values and ideals, accepting my child for who they are and not what they can be.

It is ironic, really to think of it like that. When I was a child, all my father wanted was for my brothers, and I too shoot for the stars and take leadership roles by the hand, making it our own.

I sit down my whiskey glass just as the doors to my office open. The day has passed, and it is now night, sun, having descended beyond the horizon, replaced with the moon. I look up and see Delilah enter the office, wearing a new dress than she did before.

Her dress is revealing and her walk is seductive and siren-like. I narrow my eyes at her, unsure what it is she wants. She crosses the distance and walks around my desk, turning me and my chair away from the pages in front of me.

She sits on the desk beside me and tilt her head to the side, her eyes trailing up and down my body, as if I am her lunch. I push my chair back to try and place more distance between us, but Delilah is simply inches closer to me, her perfume, overwhelming, and nauseating.

“Now that your little wife is pregnant, I thought I would come in here and offer myself up as a mistress for you,” she begins. I am repulse her words. “she won't let you touch her now that she is pregnant and I know that Alphas need a way to unload their stress onto something…so I thought, why not me?”

I shake my head, ready to refute and reject her claims. She silences me, though by pressing her finger to my lips, forcing me into silence.

“I know that you and Emily are in a contracted marriage. It's going to end soon anyways, and I want to be there for you to help pick up the pieces. Besides,” Delilah looks down at herself, her nails, before her eyes returned to me, “you are going to need a real she-wolf by your side once you become the Alpha King.”

“Delilah,” I state her name with complete and utter disgust in my voice. She is taken aback by my tone. I stand up and look down at her, helping her off of my desk before moving her away from me, pushing her as far away as possible. “I want absolutely nothing to do with you. I love Emily no matter what. I do not need a mistress to keep me happy.”

“But what about your contract? Doesn't it state that you two are not allowed to have kids with one another? She is clearly in a breach of her agreement!” Delilah states, her voice, turning frantic and loud.

“How do you know about that? Who told you about my contract her? How did you know about the child clause?” I ask, but I quickly shake my head, knowing that it is a losing battle whenever it comes to Delilah.

“I had a friend look into it for me. I wanted to make sure that you were safe and okay, that Emilie's sleeping wolf did not force you into a marriage with her,” she continues.

“I love Emily. I will never leave her, contract or not. I love her and I love our child. I do not love you. I will never love you,” I hope my words are as harsh as they sound. I want them to feel like poison digging into her skin for even thinking that I would turn against my wife. “Emilie and I are never going to divorce. You can leave now.”

I sit back down in my chair, ignoring any of Delilah's attempts to try and get me to open up, to talk back to her. She says nothing, though, and instead nouns her head, picking herself up and turning on her heel, exiting the office.

The center for perfume lingers in my office. It feels like an omen that more problems are going to come in Emily and I’s life together. I need to make sure that doesn't happen.