"Then you need to toughen up," said Dawn with an encouraging smile.

Cara watched this strange woman with doubt. "What are you trying to say? I am already pretty tough. If that hadn't been the case, my father would have forced me into aborting my baby long back." She said, yet Dawn could feel her shivering at the word 'abort'.

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"If you like I can give you a job that suits your… umm… qualifications…"

Cara's eyes opened wide. She stopped wiping her tears and looked at the woman with interest. Then she narrowed her eyes with suspicion. "Are you trying to push me in prostitution? Because, woman, then I am going to just kill you!"

Dawn frowned at her and then laughed lightly at her trepidations. She took out her card from the purse and handed it to her. "I am Dawn Wyatt and you can come to me anytime you like. If you decide to keep the baby, I promise to give you a suitable job." Saying that she patted her shoulder again and then walked back to her husband.

Cara gaped at the woman who just handed her the visiting card. She saw the card in which it was written:

[Dawn Wyatt

CEO

Neo Software and,

The Jupiter Inc.]

Her eyes bulged.

Not a single other man or woman had gone to help that little girl. Only his wife could see through her misery.

When Dawn walked back to Daryn, she found him grinning at her. "What?" she asked nonchalantly. She wanted to thank Gayle for all the support he showed. Just two hours back she was upset with him and this small incident changed her whole perception about him. Still… there were too many things she had to sort out… too many knots that had to be untangled.

"That was a beautiful gesture Dawn," said Daryn through his grin.

"It will be beautiful if that girl trusts me and comes for a job." She wondered how her relationship with Daryn would have been if she knew about Gayle's deeds earlier. Although her father was a flawed person, no one deserved to be murdered. She herself was so close to taking Helena's life for what she did to her mother, but she went the right way. She exposed her ugly truth to the world at the cost of putting her family business in quagmire.

Daryn brought her back from the reverie. "She will."

The assistant called them inside the doctor's chamber ten minutes later.

A young woman hardly in her mid-thirties was sitting behind her office desk. Wearing a white robe, she was looking all professional. Her blonde hair was neatly tied in a pony and her intelligent gray eyes peeked behind from her glasses. Devoid of makeup, she gave a lovely smile to Daryn, which in turn made Dawn jealous.

"Hi Daryn," said the doctor with excitement. "It's been so long since we've met. Where have you been?" she asked as she leaned forward and crossed her hands over the table.

"I am well, Dr. Brenda!" Daryyn replied with equal delight in his voice.

Dawn's face became colder than ice. Jealousy gnashed her heart, which might have turned greener than her eyes. 'How does she know you so well? And why is she leaning forward with so much interest? Is she one of your past conquests? Does she still have feelings for you?' She asked him, berated him through her mental link, about to explode any second.

He coughed in hand and instead of answering her, took a deep breath.

'What? Hmm? Daryn? Tell me—is she your old girlfriend? Did you bed her?'

No answer. He continued to stare at Dr. Brenda.

'Damn it Daryn, answer me!' she shouted through their mental link.

He gulped.

Amused at his expressions, Dr. Brenda laughed hysterically, throwing her head back. 'Hi Dawn,' she replied.

Dawn turned sharply to look at her with fierce eyes.

'Your mental shields are down Mrs. Silver. I can hear you loud and clear!'

Dawn's mouth fell to the floor. She gaped at the doctor. "You— You—"

Brenda nodded through the laughter that still riddled her body. "I am also a pureblooded werewolf and I was present at your wedding in Bainsburgh."

"Wh— what?" Dawn exclaimed with embarrassment. Her face became red and she stifled a curse at Daryn.

Winking at her, Brenda nodded again and continued, "Yes, Daryn and I thought that we could be girl-friend-boy-friend material until I gave up on him and found my man." She tilted her head. "I don't think he is my mate, but I love him and he is also a doctor, and a human."

Dawn lowered her head. 'I am sorry…' The flush extended to her neck. Not that she was feeling awkward… discomfiture… no, mortified… But hey! In her defense, Daryn didn't explain her and well… she was too jealous.

'No worries!' said Brenda. 'But my man doesn't know that I am a werewolf… He would freak out!'

'I understand…' Although her worries allayed but she didn't like that Brenda was one of Daryn's girlfriends.

Dr. Brenda rubbed her palms and then became professional all over again. She asked her various questions and then asked her lie on the examination bed. She examined her to determine the pregnancy. Once done she said, "In my opinion you are no more than six weeks pregnant. I would like to do your ultrasound after three more weeks." After that she wrote her the prescription.

Once all the formalities were over, Daryn got up. "Thanks Dr. Brenda," he said with a smile.

Don't smile at her… Dawn pursed her lips not able to speak it aloud, not able to open her mental shields.

"You are welcome."

Just as they were about to exit, a very handsome doctor in his thirties entered the room. His black curls lazily dropped over his forehead. "Hey, Love!" he said and ignoring them, he went to hug Brenda. Did he shove Daryn with his chest?

On their way back, Dawn glanced at the place where Cara was sitting. It was empty.

"My God!" said Daryn. "I have one jealous Luna!" he yelped. "And that was embarrassing!"

Dawn poked her tongue in her cheek and walked past him. "I didn't know…" she muttered under her breath.

"Oh, come on woman! Don't do that to me ever again!" he raised his hands in the air as he walked behind her.

"Then you better tell me the names of all the women you bedded and show their photos!" she said.

Daryn stopped speaking and stopped in his tracks. He placed his hands on his waist as he watched her walking ahead of him. "You promise you won't get jealous of any of them?"

She turned to look at him and cocked her head. "Well, if you do that, I am going to tell you of my boyfriends," she made a deal. Then she turned back and walked to the car arrogantly.

The king of the Lykae's nostrils flared. People were about start dropping dead. Jealousy—that was an understatement. This woman got him riled beyond imagination. He walked and stepped in front of her. Clasping her arm, with jealousy blazing in his eyes, he said, "You better only look at me, woman. It's this Lykae for you or none at all. Unless you want them dead." He bent down to give her a scorching kiss, "You belong to me. Mine. Don't forget that."

When he left her, she licked her lips and said, "I think I love jealous alphas."