Fated For Lycan's Luna (Chloe and Blake)

Chloe's POV

It was already midnight, the chilly air blowing in my face as I walked. Under the calm night sky, the moon cast a gentle glow, illuminating the surroundings. I gazed at Blake who was walking beside me. His tall and commanding presence exuded the aura of a powerful Lycan King.

Moonlight caressed his skin, granting it a delicate translucence, making him appear more beautiful. But there was a subtle shift in his eyes. Unlike before when his eyes looked at me as clear as crystals, his eyes seemed to have a thin barrier that veiled his soul, preventing me from peering into the depths of his thoughts.

With great care, Blake walked me to my room, a routine he had diligently followed since my return.

From waking me up and guiding me to the kitchen for meals in the morning and during lunch, to accompanying me on walks in the afternoon, he exhibited respect and tenderness. But he never pushed me or put pressure on me. He did not even ask me questions aside from when he asked me how my day was or how I was feeling.

Clearly, he was being distant to me. This new distance between us was palpable, a far cry from the closeness we once shared.

I glanced down at my feet, comprehending Blake's actions without the need for explanation. He was honoring his promise, giving me the time and space I required.

Given the tumultuous path we had traversed, our separation and the reason for it, it was the best course of action. Yet, despite understanding his intentions, a faint ache resonated within my heart.

"We've arrived," Blake spoke softly, opening the door for me. "It's late at night, and you've had a busy day. Are you feeling alright?" His voice brimmed with concern as he observed me before casting a gentle glance at my growing belly.

not to "intrude" too much into the realm of our child. He withheld his worries, allowing me to

blossomed, creating a small bump. The sight

meet his gaze. With a hint of shyness, I added,

lips. "That's wonderful," he replied, his eyes radiating warmth and joy. In that moment, guilt tinged my heart once more. I entered the room and

whispered softly. His eyes widened for a moment before he eagerly entered the room, closing the

the baby resembles a big bean," I murmured, gently caressing my belly. Blake hesitated briefly before sitting at the edge of the bed, his hand

the unspoken words swirling between us, carried by the profound connection

with the chaos swirling within me. Hesitation gripped my thoughts, and I nervously bit my lower lip, contemplating my next words. After

revealing a hint of uncertainty. "The weather is

his face. He turned to face me, his eyes filled with a mix of astonishment and curiosity, silently questioning if he had heard correctly. I met his gaze and offered a reassuring smile, hoping to

of emotions

move on. Although not fully,

it is for the sake of our

spark of hope ignited in my heart. This simple invitation to spend time with Blake is a chance to bridge the distance that had grown between us. The

response, time seemed to stand still. The room held an air of anticipation, and I held my