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Pregnant For My Rejected Mate

Owen's lips pressed against mine. At first it was soft like he was unsure of what to do. At least he was doing something while I stood like a statue waiting to be pleasured like an effing idiot. I thought he was going to break it off but his arms went around me,  as sure and hard like it held promises to carry me if my legs gave out. I felt the rush and the warmth. The surging sensation I had never felt before. I was naive as I  had never been kissed before but I knew and dreamt, it was exactly as Owen was kissing me. The sensations almost left me limp like a freaking coward. Owen's face gradually blurred and drowned to nothingness.  ******* Emily and Owen has been best friends since they were in diapers. Owen was the one person she could trust to be there for her. He was Alpha and she was a pariah, a wolfless girl born to an unmated mother and a human father. He was hot and she was fire. He was voice of reason and she was chaos itself. She was his mate and he rejected her. Follow Emily as she navigate through the mess she calls her life with no one but the cub she had with the best friend that rejected her. cover is not mine. credit goes to the owner, reach out if you want me to take it down

King_Starr · Fantasy
Not enough ratings
300 Chs

Chapter 267: I need an exorcist!

Emily's POV

My eyes fluttered open against my wish. I was having a good dream and in that dream, I was floating like I had no care in the world, which couldn't be further from my reality.

Ding-dong! Ding-dong! Ding-dong!

I stared at the cause of my annoyance like the table clock was an alien technology sent to destroy my life.

6am.

My eyes dimmed and then it flew wide open.

I sat up on the bed in a hurry.

I looked around the bedroom and blinked.

Where is he?

I turned almost immediately when I heard someone behind me… a really handsome half naked guy on the bed and he had a scent with him I loved.

I could move closer and smell him again but that would be considered creepy by anyone's standard. But I did, anyway.

It's been five months already and every day for a split second after I wake up, I think he is still dying and it makes breathing a little bit difficult.

I stared at him.