Pregnant With His Liger Baby

Chapter 4

Sylvie could be grateful for the fact that the moon was waning, since the night was somewhat darker than it had been on both of the others. She was grateful, too, that her parents had decided to go out and look one last time for their missing son. They’d been gone only about twenty minutes before she, herself was out the door.

Unfortunately, Ethan appeared to have been lurking, and as soon as she stepped outside he was by her side. “Sylvie? Are you going hunting tonight?”

“I was thinking about it, but only just,” she grumbled.

“I’d love to go with you,” he offered.

“Oh, I don’t know,” she said. “I’m not very hungry after all the food I ate for breakfast.”

“Then why are you outside?” he asked curiously—maybe even hopefully.

“My hut was a bit stuffy,” she said. “I wanted some air. But I believe now I’ve gotten enough. I think I’m going to just head back in.”

“Would you like some company?” he practically purred.

“Excuse me?” she gasped.

“Come on, Sylvie, I saw your parents leaving,” he cajoled her. “We’ve got plenty of time.”

“Have I not already told you no?” she complained. “Listen, Ethan, you’re a good kid, but I’ve already got a date for the evening, and you’re kind of messing that up for me.”

“You already have—wait, who are you supposed to meet?” he said, confused. “Is it one of the other boys, because I already won the fight fair and square. I better not have to trounce them all over again.”

“No, it’s not one of the boys,” she sighed. “Now would you please just go away?”

Reluctantly, Ethan clamped his mouth shut and stalked off. Sylvie took one look at him and knew that she wouldn’t be able to leave anytime soon, or the upset tiger would be highly likely to follow her and see who she met. She really wished she hadn’t told him about her date, but she’d been so frustrated it had just come out, and now she regretted it very much.

Frowning, she returned to her hut and closed the door. Every once in a while over the next couple of hours, she peeked out her window and saw that Ethan was still lurking about nearby. Then she looked again, and he was nowhere in sight.

Still feeling cautious, she crept out of her hut and looked around, but she didn’t spot the young tiger anywhere, so she swiftly headed for the exit gate. However, rather than immediately head out into the field, she hid off to the side to wait. Sure enough, Ethan came out a couple of minutes later and scanned the area with a determined look on his face. Then he headed into the kitty fields, where he knew she was allowed to go.

It wouldn’t take him very long to realize that she hadn’t gone south once he reached the middle of that field and she was nowhere in sight, so she was quick to take advantage and transformed, loping as fast as she could to the rise. Up she went, and then she swiftly disappeared into the grasslands above.

Certain that Ethan could easily track her by her scent, she next ran in the opposite direction of the one she wanted to take, urinating along the way. The much stronger odor might buy her just a little time before he figured out which way she had actually gone. Then she stalked out further into the long grass, adding some distance while she was at it. Still, it was unlikely that she would lose him completely.

Micah’s nose had been at work, too, it seemed, since he found her soon after. He was a lion at the moment, and he rubbed his mane along one of her shoulders affectionately.

You got away, he said happily.

Not precisely, she admitted. A young male might be following me.

Well, I’ll get rid of him easily enough. You go ahead to the campsite and wait, and I’ll scare off your unwelcome friend.

Thank you, she replied, relieved to have his help. Then she happily headed for the little camp they’d shared the last two nights and settled down by the fire pit to wait. She heard a couple of roars, one of them Micah’s and the other one most probably Ethan’s, and then her lion returned not long afterwards.

Each of them transformed into human forms as their eyes met and held. Micah looked like the cat who had stolen the cream—and well he should. He had just chased off the competition, after all. Little matter that he was no competition in her eyes.

“You look great in that dress,” he said as his eyes scanned over the outfit she’d picked out for the evening. Then he held out his hand and said, “Come on, I’ve got something to show you.”

“What?” she protested. “Wait!”

But Micah didn’t slow down, and his enthusiasm was contagious. Sylvie couldn’t help but follow along behind him as he practically ran. They came upon an old, empty hut out in the grass, practically overgrown to the point of being a part of the savannah itself.

“What is this place?” she asked curiously.

“No one’s been in here for some time,” he explained. “You can tell by the smell. I think it must have belonged to a solitary tigress before.”

“I-it’s a mating shack!” she gasped, her face going red.

“I thought you might like it,” he smirked as he ran a finger down her spine softly, suggestively. It was the sweetest gesture, him bringing her here.

She turned to face him, her eyes bright with emotion. “Very much,” she admitted, and her voice was breathless and intense.