Chapter 142 Make me sin red

Nikolai

One month later

Adrik got away. I had been so careful and meticulous in planning out every single detail, covering every angle. This whole thing was a huge disappointment. And on top of that, I had to stay away from Ava, my family, my home for a fucking month.

Malone, who was heading the team of witches in search of the solution of the red dust was also disappointed. They had created a solution but it didn't work. Because of this mistake, Adrik now knew that all of us were after him. And it would be much more difficult to find him. But it was just going to be difficult, not impossible.

Malone said that he would go to Pythonissam and search for a solution there. He said that if there is a place that has everything witch related, then it was Pythonissam. And he would not stop till he found a solution.

"We will find him, Nikolai." Mikhail reassured. "We have our best men looking for him all over Jivan."

"If they were really the best, I would have him right now, wouldn't I?" I said drily.

He rubbed his face in frustration. "I don't know how Avalyn tolerates your cranky ass all the damn time. I'm going to leave after Avalyn and your birthday to chase another lead for fuck's sake. Can you calm your tits for two fucking days?"

Avalyn's and my birthday fell on consecutive days. But the weirdest thing was that she was born on 22 May at 11:58 pm and I was born on 23 May at 12:02 am. We were born exactly four years and four minutes apart. It was weird but cool at the same time. And today was the big day. She turned twenty four and I will turn twenty eight tomorrow. There was no way in hell I was going to miss her birthday. The first of many that we were going to spend together.

I was supposed to go on the search for Adrik right after he disappeared because the more time we sat still, the more time he would have to cover his tracks and the harder it would be to find him. We had to work quickly or else he would find a way out of this dimension and we will never be able to find him. But it was our birthday and Avalyn hadn't celebrated it in years. I knew she was excited this year. So Mikhail and I decided to go home for a couple of days before resuming our hunt.

"I would push you off this helicopter right now if you weren't my only hope of finding Adrik!" I snapped. It had been more than a month now that we had spent day and night together. The fucking motel was too small for our team so I had to share a room with the fucker and Ratmir, the rest of the team had to stay elsewhere. Let’s just say we had our fill of each other to last a lifetime. Ratmir doesn't speak much so most of the time it felt like it was just the two of us.

And we need to be around other people before we kill each other.

"Selfish bitch." He muttered just as the palace came into view.

Home sweet home.

I didn't realise just how much I missed home till I saw it. And my family. Damn. I miss Avalyn. I need to see her again. I feel like I'm missing a limb or something when she's not with me. And to make sure she was with me for the rest of my life, I needed to ensure our safety. And that is impossible if Adrik is alive. And while coming home was important, staying away and finding Adrik was a need. A need that fulfilled my quench to keep Ava safe. We might have to stay away from each other for some time but we have all the damn time in the world. We have the rest of our lives.

I felt a grin take over my face when Ratmir started lowering the helicopter on top of the palace. The second we landed, I jumped off and sped to the west wing.

I took in a deep breath of relief. My soul felt calmer here. In Ava's presence. We were breathing the same air after what felt like eternity.

The moment the elevator doors slid open and I stepped into the hallway of the west wing, the sweet aroma of Ava's food wafted to my nose. Goddamn my woman can cook. My grin widened.

"Nikolai, there is something you need to know," Max came into my vision.

"Not right now." I didn't even stop.

"Nikolai wait!" Natalia grabbed my arm.

"I said not right now." I need to see Ava first. My stomach had a weird fluttery feeling and I felt like my heart would burst any second. It was beating that fast. One month. It had been thirty fucking days since I haven't seen my mate. Nothing and nobody was stopping me right now.

My heart sped up as I followed Ava's voice to the dining room. "...must be coming any minute. I want everything to be perfect. No, bring the brownies right now, not the cake!" She sounded stressed. "Tessa! Did you check the ptichye moloko cake? Has the icing frozen yet? It has to be perfect! It's his favourite! It has to be perfect!"

I finally saw her. Her back was to be as she was talking to Tessa. Her long silver were flowing freely down her back, grazing the top of her sexy ass. They were longer than ever and she had cut them. They had more layers. She was wearing a knee length dress. It was a fuck-me-right-now red and my pants immediately felt tight.

I swallowed.

In that exact moment, Ava turned around.

Wind was knocked out of my chest when I saw her face light up with a face-splitting smile. Her blue eyes sparkled like the sun was shining right in front of them. Her cheeks held a red hue which I was sure wasn't because of makeup. Her dimples dug her cheeks deep enough for me to want to poke them. Her pearly white teeth were bordered by plump lips painted in a make-me-sin red.

The neck of the dress was deep enough for me to want to throw her over the table and feast on her glorious breasts. Were they bigger now?

My eyes slid lower, on her stomach. Her usually flat but now protruding stomach.

The smile on my face fell and my heart constricted. No. No. No. This can't be happening right now. I felt like someone had punched me hard in the stomach and knocked out all the wind out of me.

"Tell me you gained weight." My voice was rough as I looked up to her face again. She wasn't smiling anymore. "Tell me you got fat, Avalyn."

Tears quickly filled her eyes and she bit her lip.

I rubbed my chest. My heart hurt. I felt... empty.

How? Why? How?

My throat dried up. No. This can't be. This is a sick joke.

"This is a joke isn't it?" I forced a laugh. "It's a good one. Where's Dimitri? I know it was his idea. That has to be a fake belly. It is, isn't it?" I shook my head and I felt myself backing away.

I looked around for that bastard. He came in with Andrei in tow. All were looking at me with pity in their eyes. Like they felt sorry for me.

Assholes. All of them.

"Nikolai..." Dimitri said something but I tuned him out.

I looked at Avalyn. A pregnant Avalyn. My eyes teared up at her sight.

She lied to me. She should have told me. This was something the both of us should have talked about. Something that was our decision to make. Together. But she took that from me. She was going to take herself from me. She was going to give some tiny, poor version of herself to me who would kill her and then she would ask me to love that spawn of devil like I loved her.

"Niko-"

"Tell me you're going to get an abortion. And you were waiting for me to get home." This can be the only possible explanation. This has to be it.

Her face crumpled up as she cried silently.

For the first time in my life, I saw her cry and didn't feel like I needed to help make her feel better. She betrayed me.

My entire family betrayed me.

They knew but didn't tell me. They broke my trust.

Avalyn took a step in my direction and I backed up. She wanted to celebrate her birth when she was setting herself up to die. And her death would also be the end of me. This has to be a sick joke.

"Don't fucking come near me until you decide to kill that murderer inside you." My voice was low but threatening.

She flinched.

I whirled around to leave but Dimitri put his hand on my shoulder and stopped me. "Stop, listen to what she has to say. It—"

My jaw clenched and the next second, my fist flew to his face and I heard a resounding crack before he fell on the floor.

There were multiple gasps in the room. No one saw it coming.

"You are a poor excuse for a brother." I spat. "All of you."

And then I stalked to my bedroom and slammed the door shut behind me.

I sat on the bed, rested my elbows on my leg and clutched my head with my hands.

I talked to Avalyn every day. I face timed her whenever I got network. There were times when we would just remain silent and see each other do our work. Because we were busy but just craved each other's company. We fell asleep with the other person on the phone numerous nights. She would send me pictures of things that reminded her of me, of clothes that she bought, random selfies of herself.

Not once did she tell me she was pregnant. Not once could she end me a fucking picture of her full body. Of her bump. And the damned fucking camera didn't fucking cover her entire body. I never even got a hint of the pregnancy!

How could she do this to me? To us?

I have never felt this betrayed in my entire life. She knows that she will die giving birth to this...creature. She knows it. But she still kept it. And didn't tell me about it.

"Nikolai." Avalyn stepped in, tears streaming down her face. She closed the door behind herself and leaned back against it.

All I could see was her bump. It was very evident in this dress. It was mocking me.

Her hand came to rest on it and she caressed it. My eyes snapped to her. Her tears made me angry. The hurt expression on her face made me angry. What reason did she have to be hurt? She was consciously making this decision. She knew everything. She knew I would react this way.

I released a breath.

Being angry in such a situation won't help. I need to think first, come up with a strategy to convince her to abort. Yes. I can do that. I have good persuasion skills. She'll listen to me, abort and then everything will go back to normal.

She was silently crying as she stared at me. I don't want her to cry. I don't want to hurt her. I love her.

Fucking hell. Today is her birthday for Goddess' sake.

The first one she will be celebrating in a long time. I need to turn today around and make this the best birthday ever. And when she'll be very happy tomorrow morning, I'll strike.

I took a deep breath and then released it.

I stood up and Ava looked at me with weary eyes when I closed the distance between us. I cupped the side of her head, my fingers weaving through her hair. I caressed her cheek with my thumb. "I'm sorry. I reacted harshly. I-" I gulped and then choked out, "I was not expecting it."

She looked up at me and her eyes filled with tears again. "I'm sorry," she sobbed. "I know I should have told you. I tried. So many times. But I just-I couldn't."

"How did it even happ—" my eyes widened when the answer to my question popped in my mind. "That day, at the balcony. You had fever. And you smelled exquisite. More so than usual."

"The doctors ran a full test. My wolf was getting weaker by the day because she was dying. And the heat came and it got too much for her to handle," she whispered, her eyes lowered. "What's why I was puking so much too." I could see the pain in her eyes. She missed her wolf.

"Are you okay? Right now?" I asked.

She nodded, a small smile forming on her lips. "I am. I'm also extremely sorry, Nik. I just... I didn—"

"I don't want to talk about it right now," I shook my head, my gaze fixated on her delicious lips. I missed her. The intensity hit me again. And I couldn't stop myself from capturing her red lips in a bruising kiss.

It was slow at first, I took my time kissing them, familiarising myself with them even though I hadn’t forgotten them at all. She bit down on my lip hard and I tasted her salty tears.

I wiped them away before breaking the kiss and then pushed my tongue in her mouth. She let out a moan. Her tongue instantly met mine, dallying and parrying mine with a vigour. I groaned at her taste. And just like that, the kiss turned frantic.

We couldn't keep our hands off each other. My hands slid down her face and cupped her breasts. Moulding. Squeezing. Kneading.

She let out another throaty moan. "Oh fuck."

I pushed her dress down and her bra above her glorious breasts. They were even bigger now, more inviting. My hands slid down further, squeezing the small of her waist before sliding back to her ass. I laid a couple of hefty slaps before squeezing. Her head fell back as she groaned and I laid wet, open mouth kisses down her neck.

I grabbed her thighs and picked her up. Her legs wrapped around my waist instantly, pushing herself against my hard on. I pushed her against the door and then feasted on her breasts before finally capturing her nipple in my mouth.

Both of us moaned loudly.

Her hands pulled at my hair and clawed at my back.

"Please," she begged.

I sucked on the other nipple and bit down. Her cry filled with pleasure rang in my ears. And then she grabbed my face, made me look up at her and slanted her lips over mine.

"Shit," I groaned and kissed her harder. My finger slipped up her dress. I shifted her thong to the side and slid my fingers in her sopping wet pussy. "You're so fucking wet, Moya Lyubov." I groaned and began fingering her.

"I need you, Nikolai. Now," she growled, kissing my jaw and my neck. A shiver went down my spine as I carried her to bed.

Fucking hell. We're not getting out of bed today.

I placed her on the bed just as she cried out her orgasm. I stopped to stare.

We sexted and had phone sex but seeing the real deal was different. It had been a while. Her face had turned red as she let out mouth-watering moans and groans. Her head was tilted back, exposing her smooth neck that I had left hickeys on. I grinned at my creation. And her breasts that were trapped between her bra and dress were calling out to me. And her nip—

"What are you waiting for?" She rasped once she was done, cracking her eye open to look at me.

"I-" Sweet dear Moon Goddess my voice was thick, "I wanted to watch you."

"Well you've watched for one whole month. It's time to get to work." I missed that fucking mouth.

I stripped in record time and pounced on her, kissing her lips before trailing down open mouth kisses.

I flicked my claw open and in a single swipe, I tore off her bra and her dress.

"I liked that dress." Ava groaned which quickly turned into a moan when I began sucking on her nipple, my other hand coming up to give attention to her other breast, moulding and squeezing.

"Buy another one." I groaned and then trailed more kisses as I moved lower. My lips brushed her under-boob and I placed a kiss over the soft skin. And then sucked a little, licked a little and moved forward.

I wanted to worship every inch of her body. I wanted to taste every square inch of her.

I turned to the side and dug my nose in her cleavage, taking a scent of Ava's sweetness. I pressed another kiss on each of her breasts and then moved lower. I would kiss, lick and suck. And bit a little. She tasted just like she smelt. Heavenly. And I'd try to get more taste with each flick of my tongue.

Ava was breathing hard, her nails digging hard in my scalp. But she was letting me take my own time. And then I moved lower and my eyes fell on the bump. I stilled.

The bump that held the murderer. Ava's murderer. I can't kiss it. I just can't. An image flashed in my head.

Ava lying cold on a bed, her limp hand in mine. And the sound of a crying baby rang in my ears. But Ava had fallen silent forever. She would never cry, never smile. Her cold lifeless eyes were staring at me. And that empty, lifeless gaze burned tears into my eyes.

And just like that, the moment was gone. And so was my boner.

I pulled away and got off her, sitting on the edge of the bed. I gripped my hair. How the fuck did this happen? She hasn't even gotten her heat! She can't be pregnant! This has to be some sick trick.

"Nikolai," Ava's hand rested on my back. I tilt my head to the side to look at her. Her face was unbearably sad. "I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault." I turned away and rubbed my face with my hand in frustration. It was my fault. It was my sperm that got her pregnant with that Devil's spawn. But how?

"No it's not. It's all my fault. I should have told you the second I knew. But I was scared." She slid closer and wrapped her arms around my waist and rested her head on my back.

"Vanessa first told me I was pregnant and I panicked So I went to the doctor. That's when I found out I was really pregnant. They did a sonogram. We have two little babies in my belly, Nik. They have hearts. I heard their heartbeats." Her voice turned emotional and she began crying again. "I asked for abortion options. I even bought the pills. But I couldn't go through with it," she sobbed, "I can't kill our babies. They have hearts, Nikolai. I couldn't kill them. Especially not when we made them out of love and they are half me and half you."

But you can kill yourself. And they might be half me and half you but they are full Satan's spawns as well. I wanted to tell her this. But she was already crying and this won't help. And my motive is not to make her cry, it is to make her understand. And right now, it is to make her smile again.

I turned around and gently pried away the hands that covered her crying face. I brushed away the tears. "Today is your birthday. Can we talk about this tomorrow?"

She opened her eyes and looked up at me with helplessness and vulnerability, the wetness in them burned my heart.

"Happy birthday, my Love." I gave her a smile. A real one.

A shy smile formed on her face, "thank you."

"Why don't we go out and have that meal you worked so hard to prepare?" I brought her hands up to my mouth and placed a kiss on the back of each hand. "Let's celebrate your birthday." And then talk about your plausible death tomorrow.

Her hands squeezed mine. "I would like that."