Alpha’s Baby(15)

“Well, I haven’t been able to speak to you since that night.” Stefan stopped pacing again to stare at me. “With everything happening so fast, there was little time to process. And at the time, I was just happy to be with you.”

“And I was happy to be with you too,” I whispered.

“If that’s true, why were you willing to sleep with a total stranger then?”

I sucked in a deep breath. “Because . . . it was the only way I could think of to take my mind off you. You’re not the only one who’s had feelings for the other.”

A blanket of silence descended over the dorm living room. Outside, I could hear the pitter-patter of rain and I felt a twinge of anxiety. Sara Delaney, the girl I had become friends with while at Kappa, would be back any moment from her study group.

Sara, who had been sympathetic to my plight and angry about the whole Sacrifice deal, had followed me, leaving Kappa in a pretty epic rant that ended on the front lawn of the house, the campus police waiting to step in if things got any more heated.

I told her she didn’t have to, but she shrugged it off.

“I don’t like those bitches anyway,” she said at the time. “They're all so slutty and stuck up. Bunch of hypocrites. Fuck it. I’d rather be with the real people.”

I felt a little uneasy with the words, considering I was the one who agreed to go through with the Sacrifice. But I knew she didn't mean anything by it. So, we had moved in together, and surprisingly, we even became close friends.

Stefan was still staring at me, but I was surprised to see understanding in his eyes. “So, you weren’t on the pill?” he asked, changing the subject back to the matter at hand. His deep, sexy voice was more subdued now, much softer. “I just kinda figured . . .”

I thought back for a moment. “I was, but I recently stopped taking it because it made me so sick to my stomach and caused me to break out all over my face. And I wasn’t getting any action anyway.” I began shaking my head, feeling panic course through my body as the cold realization of my actions set in. “My God, Stefan, what are we going to do?”

Stefan quickly walked over to the couch and sat down beside me. He placed a calming hand on my trembling thigh and I immediately felt a jolt run through my skin. Almost immediately, I was taken back to the night he fucked me, and I could almost feel his hands roaming all over my body. “Calm down, Bella. I think we’re getting a little ahead of ourselves. Let’s think rationally about this for a minute. We have no evidence that you’re actually pregnant besides your feeling sick.” He rubbed his hand up and down my thigh, causing my internal heat to raise several notches and thoughts of him devouring my neck to flash through my mind. “How long have you felt sick, anyway?”

“I've felt nauseated for almost a week, worse in the mornings . . . and when I think about it, I missed my period.” I began to shake, my sinful thoughts momentarily forgotten as I began to wail. “Mother is going to kill me!”

Stefan wrapped his arms around me and gently rocked me, softly cooing, “It’s okay, baby, it’s okay. Stop panicking. Let’s at least get a test done before we jump headfirst into hysteria.”

Sniffing and trying to get ahold of myself, I parted my lips to reply, but the sound of a pop tune interrupted me. It was my cell, lying on the nightstand next to the couch. I picked it up and checked the caller ID.

“It’s Mom,” I breathed, my anxiety rising.

I hadn’t spoken to either of my parents since that night. I’d been avoiding them like the plague, but eventually, I knew I was going to have to answer if I didn’t want them coming all the way down to NSU to find me.

“Don’t answer it,” Stefan urged immediately.

I looked at him. “Why not? I haven’t talked to Mom since this all happened. I’m sure she’s wondering what the hell is going on.”

Stefan pried the phone from my hands and silenced the ringtone. “Because I said so.” There was a firm tone of authority in his voice that gave me pause. “I’ve been ignoring their calls too. We can’t talk to them without getting our story straight. For all we know, they might have heard rumors about what happened here. We have to play this smart, Bella.”

Stefan’s ringtone went off then. He placed my phone back onto the nightstand and dug into the pocket of his sweatpants.

“It’s Dad,” he muttered after a quick glance. He turned the cell off and stuffed it back in his pocket. “They’re probably going to continue to bug the shit out of us until we answer.”

I glanced at my phone. The screen was lit up again. Mom wasn’t going to give up easily. “I don’t know how long you think we can just ignore them, Stefan. We’re going to have to answer to them sooner or later.”