She is an omen

Grimes' POV

I had left the room, and Claudia had followed me, looking at me as though I had committed a crime.

Her news of her being pregnant had startled me, why was it the same time I had just found my mate?

There was no way I could run from the problem that was building up. Claudia’s pregnancy could be the cause of the problem. If I find a way out of it, I would not hesitate to embrace it, I thought to myself.

“Are you serious about being pregnant?” I had to ask again.

It could be possible I was actually dreaming.

“Are you sure you have found a mate?” She asked instead of giving me an answer.

She had turned fragile, and it felt like she was going to burst open at any moment. She was weak, and almost a heavy laden.

Did I betray anyone? Of course not.

I would have asked her that question, but what use would it be? She wouldn't get it.

“We have known that I was going to find a mate, and that should not be a problem.”

She sat on the bare floor, taking the presence of the chairs that were available in the sitting room to seem useless.

“We have been together.” She crossed her legs on the floor, her eyes getting ready to release tears. “We have a bond together, don't we?”

“A bond?”

“And I know you still feel it.” She stood up from the floor, and started holding my shirts.

I would not argue that with her. Even though she played the role of a mistress to me, I didn't see her as one. She was a partner to me.

On normal occasions, perhaps in other packs, there was no way someone like her could express herself to an alpha. Fear would not let that be possible, but I was just standing, finding it hard to explain as Claudia poured out her emotions.

“You are not my luna.” I had to speak out.

“Then, you should have made me your luna.”

Was she protesting?

“I have all it takes.” She placed her hands on her chest. “My wolf is strong enough for it.”

That was true.

It was unfortunate for her that I had already found a mate, and then, she could not reverse anything. That was not the bigger issue for me.

Her being pregnant for me is the big case I did not know how to solve.

“I am pregnant for you, I have a stake in you.”

How would my mate feel about someone else carrying my child?

“We will cope with all these,” I said.

She was still holding my shirt at the time Greyson walked into the room, and I made her give us some space. While she left, I heard her sobbing.

That was a normal outcome, I decided.

I needed Greyson to explain what had transpired between my mate and me. I was confused all through the scene.

“What happened with my mate?”

Was it a question he was supposed to answer?

“It felt strange to me. She did not want to accept you.”

“Are you talking about my mate?”

“Who else could we be talking about?”

Her action still remained a mystery to me.

“She kept taking steps away from you.”

“But we kissed, I felt that feeling from her, and I know she also felt the same way.”

“I really do not know.”

I walked to the window close to where I was standing, simply looking outside.

“What else would explain her running away from the hall?” 

Greyson made it obvious.

When she wouldn't let me touch her, I did not react. Instead, I had taken her action to be part of the mating process.

“She kept saying ‘red eyes’” I said, looking away from the window.

“You have red eyes, but what about them?”

“It's something I do not understand.”

My face had turned sour, the emotion I had failed to express when my mate had caused a scene in the hall had started finding expression in me.

“Could it be her way of rejecting me?”

Greyson did not answer immediately, he stayed quiet in a way that felt he was thinking about it.

“No, she didn't.”

“Then, why did she run?”

“You should ask her about that.”

In an effort to keep our conversation between ourselves, we left the sitting room and went outside to use the hall that I had set aside for meetings.

We sat at the extreme end, facing the entrance.

“Claudia is pregnant for me.”

His face twitched. “At this time?”

“It just happened.”

What else was he expecting from a sexual relationship?

“What about your mate?” He asked the same question that was bothering me.

Notwithstanding, I decided not to talk about it. Finding my mate was more important to me.

“That should come after everything has been set right with my mate.”

He did not ask further about it.

“What have you been able to do?” I asked.

He had assured me that finding her was a light case, and I believed him.

“All we need to do is to get someone who attended the ceremony.”

“Someone like a witness?”

“Out of the many people who attended the ceremony, some of them would know her.”

I had not thought it would be that easy. We had not introduced ourselves, and so, I had felt finding her would come with great difficulty.

I was about to ask another question when the bang of the entrance door caught my attention.

A chubby man, with a height lower than average, walked inside.

“I was there!” He said out loud from where he was.

“I was there.” He said with so much zeal that I felt it was too strange to be real. “I know everything about her.”

From his looks, he was middle aged. What would he be doing in the mating ceremony meant for younger people?

“What were you doing in the hall?”

“I was one of the musicians.”

That was reasonable.

I looked at Greyson, and he nodded.

“Tell me what you know,” I said.

“Her name is Leah.” He was breathing hard. “She is from the Greymoon pack.”

Greymoon pack. It had been a long time since I heard anything about them.

“She is the heir to the alpha.”

It was that easy, but also too easy to get information about her.

“Leah?”

“Yes.”

I remembered I had heard some of the people present in the hall call out her name, but I wasn't exactly myself to figure out that it was her name.

“Finally!” The glee I had when I first made contact with her was rekindled in me. “We should prepare to go!” I said to Greyson, standing up from my seat.

“But she is an omen.” The man stopped my gleeful expression from expanding.

Confusion was inscribed in my face. “What do you mean?”

“I… can't say it.”

He had lost the eagerness he had used to come into the room to meet us.

“What's hard to say?” I walked closer to him.

“You would understand.” He backed a few steps away from me. “But it might not be now.”