Melissa’s eyes quickly blinked away from his, to the bump on her stomach. Where her and Greyback’s unborn child was. Of course, spending three and a half months alone during something like this had been horribly terrifying for her. But she managed to do everything in her might to keep their baby safe. And now that Greyback was here, she felt a sense of relief inside. She didn’t want to automatically assume that everything was going to be okay, no. Flint knew that something would happen to the three of them during this situation. They might not have come across on it yet, but as the weeks go by, they will.
"I believe you." she stated firmly, not looking back at him. The witch tried to turn her fearful gaze into a more bolder, determined look. But that was something she just couldn’t hide. "If something does happen, you won’t be able to do anything about it. If.. if it does carry the gene, you know I might not be able to go through it like how most normal pregnancies go, right?” her eyes flickering back up to his with a sad look on her face. “I know you’ll protect the both of us, but it won’t turn out right in the end.” Melissa just didn’t want to say the words. She didn’t want to say that she might actually pass during the pregnancy due to difficult delivering or carrying. She wouldn’t be able to make it if the child was part werewolf, there’s no way.
Greyback broke this shared serious moment with a sharp snort. She really was adorable. To think that Fenrir would let the situation, no matter how dangerous and completely new to both of them, get out of his control was simply a laughable concept to the werewolf. He grinned down at her with curled lips framing his sharp teeth. While his usual expression would consist of taunting and cruelty, this showed nothing but utter amusement. His hand slid around to the nap of her neck where he massaged her there. “You’re my silly girl,” he chuckled. As the laughter faded from his expression, he blinked slowly and considered his mate closely.
Taking a strand of dark hair between is fingers, Greyback smoothed the glossy texture over the pads of his fingertips. Never in a million eras would he have predicted his Mistress Moon would gift him the shared fate of a witch—a stubborn, beautiful, absolutely irresistible witch. His speech vibrated with hints of somber reminisces from his previous declaration. “I won’t let you be taken from me, girl.” There was no question this time. He was telling her that their was no need to fear. He would do everything to prevent her worst musings from becoming reality. No matter the cost.
the beginning. I’ve been meaning to watch more. But I haven’t even finished the first season. I don’t ship anybody yet. but I see the potential for it, especially between the main three. But please, please gush away
-groans- you can barely ship anything out of the first season. If you continue on, which I recommend, then I’ll gush. I’d hate to be a spoiler.
Melissa rested her eyes, pressing her face against his warm chest. She curled up closer to him, being extra careful of her stomach. A small shrug appeared on her shoulders. She wasn’t going to lie to him about this. For the past three and a half months, she felt like she was waking up in hell everyday. This child had to have carried the lycanthropy gene, what else could it be? Flint could already feel how strong the baby will be, much like their father.
"Not.. normal." she answered in a hushed voice, moving her head down. "I.. I don’t know, but nothing has felt right ever since it happened." she repeated in a louder voice. "I just feel way sicker than usual, I feel like I’m getting bonier, and there hasn’t been one night where I wasn’t exhausted. Not to over exaggerate, but it already feels like I’m dying." she mumbled into his chest, squeezing her eyes shut. Even if she still was in her early stages, if the child were to pick up the gene, there was a good chance it’ll start getting worse due to the fact her body wouldn’t be able to handle a mixed pregnancy.
Greyback could feel himself growing more and more stiff and still with her explanation. His hold around her locked in like a steady brace, as if to keep the death she spoke of and feared away from her—from them. Greyback growled internally at the fear swelling up in his own gut, threatening it to keep well away from his heart. Should it settle within him, he’d surely be poisoned with its stifling intentions. No, he had to be strong for Melissa. For the babe. He would do all in his power to protect them until his own death. Fenrir forced himself to relax, pulling the girl’s fragile body into his hulking frame.
"I won’t let anything bad happen, sweetling," he said in a hushed tone. The sound was too weak in his ears, so he turned his body on the sofa and touched her chin. Guiding her gaze up to his, he looked down in her wide, frightened stare with his own firm regard. He studied this witch, this accidental mate of his. He could see the strength inside her. She would let no harm come to their child. In turn, he would let nothing of doom come to her. "Do you believe me?" his voice now edged with steel. "I won’t," he assured anew. "I’ll look after you. I won’t let this take you away or break you, my beauty. Do you believe me?"