Chapter Twenty one

Bloom's POV

I winced again as Coral dabbed the wound with a green herb that was already turning red.

"I'm done now" said Coral tidying up her medicinal herbs and equipments away.

"Thanks"

When she was done packing, she was about to leave when she turned around to look at me.

"Can I talk to you for a while?"

"Yes, of course" I said immediately.

Apart from Coral's regular medical check-up, I don't talk to anyone.

Dean brings every meal for me and I'm surprised Dean hasn't sniffed out the scent of the baby yet and it's been about three to four months.

Trust me, being in a pack is less stressful than being a rogue.

I tried counting the sunrise and sunset but lost counts at some point.

Every single time Dean leaves the tent, he always says you'll be mine soon and then he's gone.

What scares me the most is the desire backed up with determination I always see in his eyes.

Coral began to adjust her clothes making me shift in distress.