I still feel the doubts, the regrets in turning her, but it was the best decision I ever made. Now that I have turned Wynter, I need to monitor her, to ensure that she’s doing okay because she will need to drink some ambrosia soon for nourishment. Plus, the baby is taking a lot of her nutrition.
Fucking hell, she can’t get weak because I don’t want her to feel the effects of the bloodthirst. But, of course, everyone is affected differently, so I’m monitoring Wynter very closely.
Of fuckingcourse I need to tell her that I turned her but fuck, I’m a pussy.
I’ve never feared anything in my entire life, but I fear losing Wynter.
She’s my world.
She’s my everything.
Fuck, she’s my eternity.
I move my hand, moving the lock of hair from her face, leaning in to kiss her temple. She’s the most precious being in my world.
Wynter opens her beautiful warm eyes, smiling, making me so damn happy. I haven’t seen her smile in days.
“Baby, how are you feeling today,” I ask, running my hand over her tummy.
I love feeling the baby kicks; I feel a connection with him.
“I’m feeling better. But, oh my God, I thought that you were going to get killed,” Wynter says, teary-eyed.
“Baby, I can’t get killed. I thought that you were going to leave me. The injuries that you had were life-threatening,” I say, running my hand up her arm.
“What do you mean, life-threatening? I’m here in our room and not at the hospital. How can that be possible,” Wynter asks, furrowing her forehead?
“I have something important to tell you, and I hope you keep an open mind,” I say, taking her hand in mine, lacing our fingers.
“What is it,” Wynter asks, looking at me; her eyes roam over my face.
“Baby, I’m not human. I’m a vampire,” I say, gazing into her eyes, watching for fear and disgust.
“Oh please, stop joking around. A vampire, really, pleeeease,” Wynter scoffs, shaking her head.
I lean in, taking her lips in a deep kiss because I fucking need her. She’s so damn sassy, and that means she’s feeling good.
I pull back, stare at her, shaking my head.
“Baby, I am a vampire, and the reason that you and the baby didn’t die is because I turned you and healed you with the help of my bros Vlad and Kon. They came to the clubhouse to help me heal you with our hands,” I say, gazing into her eyes.
My heart stops and starts pounding because I’m fucking scared to lose her now if she hates me.
“Uh, . . . . wow, are you serious,” Wynter asks, blinking.
“Baby, yes, I’m serious. Being a vampire means that I need to drink blood as nourishment. It’s like medication; it’s rich, an iron supplement to help blood conditions such as anemia. It helps with the quality of life; it’s a substance that sustains my energy,” I say, gazing into her eyes.
I’m fucking scared, like never before.
What if Wynter doesn’t understand.
What if she hates me for saving her life and mating?
Yeah, mating me is more than just an Old Lady; it’s eternity. It’s her now being a vampire, tied to me in eternal love.
“Fucking hell, does that mean that I need to drink blood? Am I going to kill to survive? What about the baby? Oh my God! You’re fucking joking! You’re out in the sun all the fucking time, and you sleep only at night as we all do. So, yeah, good one,” Wynter says, shaking her head.
“Yeah, Baby, I’m fucking serious. I turned you, and soon you will need to drink some ambrosia,” I say, inhaling deeply.
