My Visions His Reality

Chapter Forty–Eight inmediately, images of Harper being in a shower flashed through my mind.

Will someone please turn off their damn cellphone? I’m trying to sleep here.

I groaned aloud but my sound must have come out m

out muffled as my mouth was covered by Harper’s fluffy pillow.

A phone rang again and I sighed dejectedly. Looks like someone doesn’t want me to sleep. Well, they were about to have a field day because I had every right to give them an earful

I crawled to the other side of the bed, Harper’s side of the bed, and was immediately engulfed in his hot and musky scent. I sighed in pleasure and cocooned myself in the sheets to breathe in his scent in a better way

My mind registered the sound of a shower being on in the en suite. Immediately, images of Harper being in a shower flashed through my mind. I fantasized about the way water droplets would make a delicious and sinful path through his abs and join his erected manhood.

Every part of my body wanted to get up from the bed, enter the shower, sling my arms around Harper’s body and plant a kiss on his lips. But then there was a more pleasurable act known as sleeping which I wasn’t yet ready to give up for the moment

1 began to weigh the pros and cons of getting up from the bed when the phone rang again and this time I groaned aloud.

What happened to the stupid werewolf hearing now? Couldn’t Harper come and check whose phone it was that kept ringing and disturbing his mate’s sleep!

1 shuffled towards the end of the bed where the noise of the ringtone was coming from. I blindly touched my hand on the nightstand and grabbed the phone.

It took me some time to adjust to the bright light of the phone and as soon as I did that, a smile formed on my face.

It was Harper’s phone, that idiot had just changed his ringtone again. 1 had his phone above my face and watched as his lock screen glowed and a picture of the both of us at last night’s party greeted me. I bit my lip to stop myself from smiling too hard.

The phone abruptly vibrated in my hand, it slipped and landed straight on my forehead. I groaned and cursed at the stupid person who had chosen this exact moment to message my boyfriend.

I watched as the screen glowed again and realised that I had been sleeping for over ten hours and that it was time to get up as it was almost 11 in the morning.

1. quite reluctantly may I add, got up from the bed and stretched my arms. I was sure my hair was sticking in different directions and looked like a bird’s nest

I sat on the bed, my feet dangling as I rubbed my eyes to rid them of any remains of sleep

Harper’s phone vibrated again beside me and my eyebrows quirked in curiosity. Whoever this person was, was at least determined to talk to Harper

I grabbed the phone again and unlocked it. I knew Harper’s passcode and he knew mine. It was obvious we had nothing to hide from each other and this was the first time I was using it.

Another picture of us popped at his home screen and a smile immediately graced my face. I opened his notifications which told me that he had gotten five missed calls from an unknown number

My brows furrowed as I read that Harper had received three messages

ges three minutes ago, from the same number.

I clicked on the notification bar which opened Harper’s inbox where the three messages sent to him could be viewed. I felt guilty about snooping through his phone but curiosity got the best of me and I decided that it was too late to go back now, as the messages had now been loaded.

It’s confirmed.

I checked twice. Thrice maybe.

I’m pregnant

I ran my eyes over the text again and again, trying to decipher the hidden meaning behind these texts. Was this some the person on the other side was really sick.Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

Was this message sent to the wrong number! I was grasping at straws here because I couldn’t make sense of the English letters displayed on Harper’s screen.

My brain registered that the shower had been turned off, which meant that Harper would be out of the washroom soon.

Before I could register what I was doing my hands started moving on their own and typed a response.

What

That was all my mind could think of, at the moment. It seemed to me that my mind had gone utterly blank after reading the texts, it failed to process what the words meant. My eyes could make out the curve and letter of the English alphabet, but the meaning of the words evaded me.

The phone vibrated in my now numb hand and my eyes snapped to its screen which glowed with the notification of another message.

1 hastily opened it and regretted it immediately.

Harper, I’m pregnant

The world seemed to crash all around me as I read the word pregnant over and over again. Was it the child–bearing kind of pregnant? 1 immediately chided myself at the thought. What other kind of pregnancy was there?

There was a girl on the other side, that much my brain could now comprehend. She texted Harper and said that she was pregnant. But why? Did the girl and Harper sleep together and the conceived a baby!

Or was she just informing Harper of her problem as he was the future alpha? But then again, if that was the case, wouldn’t the girl call Harper alpha?

A million thoughts raced through my mind, each one sillier than the next, rejecting the possibility of Harper conceiving a child with another girl Bile rose from my gut at the thought and I had to take a deep breath to stop myself from puking on the bed.

I fisted the duvet around my naked chest to cover myself, just when the phone vibrated in my hand again, indicating that another message w being accepted by the machine in my hand

It’s yours. I’m going to call you now.

A large lump formed in my throat when I read those texts. This girl talked like Harper knew about this beforehand. She was saying she was pregnant with Harper’s seed. I didn’t want to believe it but could it be true? I had no idea if it was true or not and tears pricked my eyes at the realisation.

Did he cheat on me? Or was it something he had done before we got together? I didn’t even want to think about it.

The phone pinged again and I found another text from the same number.

I’m calling you

This girl was probably thinking that Harper had his phone, she had no idea that I had his phone in my hand. But it didn’t matter really, because Harper would get out of the bathroom any second.

Honestly, I was too tired to care about any of the consequences. My mind had stopped processing whatever was happening like it had been doing many times since Harper came into my life,

The phone’s screen lit up because of an incoming call and without hesitation I picked it up.

The voice from the other side started speaking and it was one that I had heard many times before.

“Hellot Harper!”

This had to

happen the very next day that I had confessed my love to Harper. The phone was still near my ear but I couldn’t fathom what the girls on the phone were going on about,

Two fat tears rolled down my cheeks as the door to the bathroom opened. Harper stepped out with only a towel around his waist.

eyebrows furrowed as he took in my tear–stained cheeks. His gaze then flickered to the phone I was holding in my hand and the voice on th other side which he must have heard, due to his werewolf hearing.

I would recognize that voice anywhere, as it belonged to my best friend, Natalie.