Hey everyone, if you have noticed I have canceled this book. Reason being, I wrote this a few tears ago with a group and since the group dispersal have been left with no will to finish it.

However, I have not stopped writing.

I have a new book on my profile called Cub and I feel that you all would like it.

Excerpt bellow.

A flicker of a frown graces his pudgy face, "I believe it is time to go to the doctor.".

'So now I'm worth going to doctor you sack of gravy.', he thought but said, "Yes Father.".

For the whole drive not one of them uttered a word. Rhys places a hand on his softening abs unaware of what's truly causing it.

He pulls up in front of the clinic and immediately their private hospital staff is ushering Rhys into the exam room.

"Mr Hanover has informed me Rhys that you've been nauseous?", the doctor said.

"Was. It's stopped as of recently.".

The doctor nods and flips through his files.

"Lay on your back for me Rhys.".

Rhys huffs and lays on his back. 'Don't know how this relates to nauseous.'

The doctor lifted up his shirt and began pressing his cold gloves on his abdomen. The gives a soft hum to Rhys discomforting grunts. Once the doctor was satisfied with what he felt, left the room with his Father in tow .

Rhys is left laying on the cold hospital table dwelling inside. 'This is some bullshit. Am I dying or something?' He thought.

Rhys jumps off the table and goes to the door. He leans close the cracked door and listens to the most horrible news he could ever imagine.

"The insemination process was a success. I think you should bring him in for an ultrasound." The doctor said.

My Father lets out one of his big bellied laughs. "Good News. Very good news. The family would be pleased to know it was successful.".

Rhys felt blood well on my throat. Screaming isn't an option. He took one step back and then two. Now he's sprinting down the pavement outside the clinic.

'Insemination?'

His legs are starting to burn.

'Insemination equals....equals'

His legs give out underneath him.

'Pregnancy.'

Rhys Hanover is pregnant and he's pissed off and terrified at the same time. He looks around the alleyway he collapsed in. The puddle from last night's shower soaks into his denims. He huddles himself into a close knit ball. An agonizing scream rapes through his vocal cords. He couldn't fight this or run away from it.

'Shit, Shit, Shit!' He curses in his head, 'I'm royally screwed.'.