Order of the Omni: A Supernatural Romantic Suspense Novel (The Immortalies Book 1) Penny Knight (100 best novels of all time TXT) 📖

That will be my punishment for withholding the truth from her. Even though when I made the choice to complete the ritual, I believed there might be some hope she would understand.

That was wiped away within the first ten minutes she was awake. The only thing now is to make it right. To keep her safe and healthy. But, more importantly, comfortable.

Can I earn back her trust? I’ll always try, but I don’t have much hope.

She slept well into the day, her body recovering from all her trauma. Also growing our child inside. When she wasn’t crying, that is.

The doctor should be here soon, with Broderick and Topher. I’m not looking forward to this. She’s been on the phone to him on and off for the last few hours. Through her tears, she explains what happened. Even I hate myself listening to her cries.

I have finished cleaning the destruction in the living room. That would have painted a terrible picture and a complete inaccurate account of what happened.

Did I tell her she would wake to carrying my child? No. But I never forced and never was going to. I had positioned myself knowing that I was not going to coerce her into anything she didn’t want to do.

I just didn’t apply that to after.

If she hadn’t kissed me, I would never have taken advantage of the condition she was in.

But I am a man at my core. As soon as her lips touched mine, l wanted to be inside her more than I wanted anything.

Whilst I watched her sleep and the Venus Transit passing, I remembered my duty as the King of Immortalies and the protector of humans.

I’ve been in this job for too long. I’m getting tired. Constant aggravations of watching history just repeat itself, fixing the same mistakes that each generation creates.

A new king is needed. The only one that can rule has to come from my bloodline. This was the only chance I’ve ever had to complete the birthing ritual with my fated partner.

How can I explain thousands of years of history and duty to her? To understand I didn’t have a choice.

There is loud banging at the door.

“Hurry, open the door.” The kid keeps pounding away.

I do not make him wait.

As soon as the door opens, he pushes past me, frantically looking around.

“Where is she?” His face hard, his eyes murderous. This is not the same kid from the day before.

“Down the hall, last door to your right.” He looks at me with disdain.

“I can’t believe she was fucking right about you. She told me you had ulterior motives and not to trust you!” The venom in his voice infecting me.

I nod.

There is nothing to say that would have mattered. I deserve his wrath, in fact I’d do worse.

He curses at my lack of response before running directly to the room.

I listen intently.

He knocks softly. “Elita, it’s me honey. Open up.”

Her cries start again. I hear her feet patter as the door opens. Her tears are even more vivid, even more soul crushing.

It must be then the kid sees her rounded belly.

“Oh my god!” he gasps. “What did he do to you?”

I wince.

She doesn’t respond, only slams the door shut and cries.

“Rough day.” Broderick hands me a drink.

I shake my head and wave off the offer.

He downs it himself. Maybe he was talking about himself having to be holed up with the kid, breaking his balls to bring him to her.

“You had no other choice.” He tries the same reasoning I’ve been feeding myself all morning.

“I could have told her the truth earlier.”

“Would she have agreed?”

“Obviously not.” Still, that was a choice, and a choice that I took away from her.

“The whole thing has always been pre-destined, Leo. There was no way you could pass it up.”

“You haven’t seen her yet.” Easy for him to see the bigger picture, when he hasn’t seen the broken woman, I left behind the bedroom door.

He looks down. “No, I haven’t.”

“I am sorry to interrupt, but I will need to see Elita soon to check on her vitals and the baby.” The doctor interrupts tired of waiting patiently.

I rub my face. Now, how am I going to convince her to let him in?

I crack my neck to the side.

“Follow me,” I say.

We get to the door and knock. “Elita, I have the doctor here to help you.”

“Go away!” she yells through the door.

“Please, he can just make sure you’re doing ok.”

“Obviously I am not fucking doing ok.”

I clench my jaw. I hate talking to this wooden door and fighting my urges to rip it open. I need to find a way to convince her.

“Elita, please let me in.” The doctor tries. “Let me just make sure you and the baby are doing ok. I can then explain to you how and what to expect for the rest of the week.”

There is silence on the other end.

“What do you mean the rest of the week?” she asks.

Here goes. I take a step back not looking forward to her reaction.

“The gestation period for you will be completed within the week. You will have the baby within seven days, so it’s important we make you as comfortable as possible and ensure you and the baby are ok,” the doctor says.

Silence.

The door squeaks open.

It’s the kid that answers it.

“Not you,” he spits at me. “Just the doctor.”

That is all I need. I nod in acceptance. I don’t get to see her before the doctor slips inside.

Here I am the outsider, the bad guy. It’s now me that has been added to her list of people that have unequivocally let her down.

My gaze is locked on the waves crashing over the rocks lining our private cove, pummelling the defenseless rocks repeatedly. Over time, its surface will erode and gradually it will surrender to the unrelenting sea. That rock’s fate is just as sealed as my own.

Mine has always been to live this life alone.

I’ve tried many times to