I wiped my lips with my shaky hand and stood up, away from the toilet which held a nasty odor from what I had previously thrown up — once I was on my wobbly feet, I flushed the toilet and happily watched the yellow mush drain away.

"What's wrong?" Marina asked worriedly, her hands were crossed against her chest and I noticed the way she sniffed the air, with a scrunched up face — as if she was disgusted.

I held my breath for a second, my hand going around my stomach which growled loudly; she narrowed her eyes in concern as she looked at my hand which was circled around my flat stomach.

"Nothing, I just felt really nauseous this morning for some reason. I think it was just my hunger, because I haven't eaten." I explained slowly, not believing my own words but not knowing what else to say, as a fresh wave of bile traveled up my throat making me slap my hand against my mouth and gag — but as quick as it came, I managed to swallow it down; the sour taste making me scrunch up my face, Marina watched me intensely.

"Are you sure you're okay? You don't look too good and it's not like you to attack people, like you did the Omega's before." She said curiously, I shrugged with a feeling of anger growing inside me.

"I didn't attack them, they deserved it for disrespecting me, Marina. All I wanted was to eat, and all they did was throw insults my way and try to downgrade me." I protested angrily, my hands fisting as I glared at her, my blood warming up oddly, she nodded slowly her eyes trained on my stomach.

"See? This isn't like you Celine, I'm happy that you're sticking up for yourself but its odd because you never do, I don't mean to offend you or anything but honestly I think there is something off about you today." She stated calmly, taking a cautious step towards me making me take one back, as if I felt threatened by her — needing to protect myself.

"Celine! Can't you see? You feel threatened by me, by anyone around and since you've woken up, it's evident that you obviously feel overprotective over something other then yourself. I don't want to think this but you have Dustin's scent all over you, so that could only mean one thing and the strongest heat that you were supposed to have for a whole week has ended — there is only one way it could've. Celine, I think you might be pregnant." She explained softly, the slight twitch her lips made, trying not to tug into a frown; showed me her discomfort, and the way she resented this idea, but I couldn't help but feel my eyes widen — both of my hands now covering my flat stomach protectively and rubbing my sides.

"B-but, how?" I muttered to myself in shock, lowering my gaze to look at my flat stomach and almost envisioning a fully formed bump, Marina scoffed angrily making my head snap up in embarrassment; her gaze connected to my neck.

"And he didn't even bother with marking you!" She yelled out in disbelief, her eyes glossing over as she placed a hand over her lips, I placed my own hand over the area where my mark should've laid and felt sudden loneliness seep into me; making me frown deeply.

"It's okay Marina. It was the heat that blinded the both of us, honestly I wouldn't have wanted it if I was not under the bonds influence...It was too strong, way too strong for either of us to fight against. But honestly, for once in my stay here with him — I felt wanted, needed and treasured. But now, I feel disgusted and used, and I hate myself for it." I explained slowly, my hands going back around my stomach as if I needed to hold something to support me; Marina sighed and gazed at me with a pitiful look, I shrugged innocently knowing fully well that what I had done wasn't innocent.

"That doesn't excuse anything Celine, not only will this make your stay here today worse then ever but you guys are probably going to have a baby! And he didn't even try to mark you, or confront you for that matter." She stated furiously, her eyebrows furrowed in annoyance; she gripped the door handle and shut the door behind her before walking closer to me — I held back a warning growl, instead just holding my stomach tighter.

"Celine you need to listen to me, I can smell his scent and a mixture of a light florescent scent unfamiliar to me on you; which is evidently the scent of the child that will be growing inside of you. But, I can also smell the scent of rot as if your whole body is decaying but you're alive. I'm scared for you Celine, I'm terrified for what's to come and Elijah is as well because he was able to see everything in your present. He knows more about you then anyone of us, and it upsets me that I don't, because I want to know you, but like I said; I'm scared to, because I don't want to get too attached and then lose what we once had suddenly because of your bond with Dustin." She rambled on sadly, her whole angered facade falling down and showing me her true, raw emotion that she's hidden well before; fear.

I rubbed my stomach with trembling hands, my eyes glossing over with a new wave of tears — as if sensing my need to be comforted she hesitantly walked towards me and pulled me into her embrace gently, spreading a sisterly warmth that I really needed.

A soft knock on the door made us slowly separate, I quickly wiped my tears and sniffed, Marina sent me a weak smile of reassurance and I barely sent her one back, my hands falling to my sides.

"Come in." She said strongly, turning around so her back faced me, I sniffed once more and twiddled with my fingers nervously, the door creaked open to reveal a worried Luke; he bowed his head once he looked at me, I nodded gratefully.

"Princess, your breakfast is ready, are you?" He asked politely, a look of knowing and understanding passing his features making me lick my dry lips, I later nibbled on my bottom one.

"As ready as I can be." I mumbled before slowly walking towards him, he nodded before looking at Marina; I smiled weakly for them, happy that at least Marina would be getting what she deserved.

I stopped in the middle of the hallway and hesitantly looked down at my stomach, which was too flat to show what was hidden inside it; I let out a whimper like sob before placing my hands flat over it, rubbing it softly and internally apologizing to the baby for what I'm going to be bringing it into and how it was created.

I wiped off a stray tear before making way to the kitchen.