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#PREGNANCY

Soulbound: Cursed Fates Between Mates

His eyes were on me, but he wasn't speaking. “Gerald?” I touched his hand. “You have something to tell me?” All he said was “I understand.” But I felt the need to speak out. Guilt was building up in me, filling me up like a cup that was ready to overflow with water. His consistent look at me couldn't let me have a moment of peace. “Actually… Andrea and Raguel… They tricked me into spending a private time with Amon.” It was hard for me to maintain my flow of words, and I took in breaths. “I didn't realize he would try to seduce me.” My hands were rubbing against each other, the sweat forming on my palms acted as lubricant. But Gerald's expression did not change. “That's not a big issue on ground.” He shook his head about three times. “You have something that belongs to Amon.” Something that belonged to Amon? What if he knew I was pregnant with Amon's child? ************************************** Was it all about love or the mate bond? My lover, Amon, had left me for a girl he claimed was his fated mate, and I was torn apart, feeling like there was no life without him. In just a month, I met Gerald, the Alpha of another pack, and he turned out to be my mate. But then, I was pregnant with Amon’s child. I had decided to keep my pregnancy a secret because of the rule of my pack, and Amon was never aware of it. Gerald marked me without a hint of it, but things turned crazy when Amon showed up in secret, claiming he loved me. I was conflicted, but there was more to Gerald that I didn't know. Everyone around me was hinting vague things about him that they weren't certain of. Well, whatever it was, I was going to accept it as part of my fate.

sammyefemona · Fantasy
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71 Chs
#R18
#MAGIC
#MYSTERY
#DARK
#REVENGE
#WEREWOLF
#FATEDLOVE
#TWISTED
#PREGNANCY

Conversation with Cristine

Leah's POV

"Please wait…" Cristine held my shirt, stopping me from walking further. "I'm sorry… For the way I made you feel."

I turned to look at her, ensuring my face was frowning without a hint of taking up a smile.

"For the way you made me feel?" I asked, heaving a sigh.

"Yes. My questions were becoming too much. I was probing too much, and it felt as though I was judging you."

I went back to the spot where Andrea and I were standing in order to talk with her without other ears from listening.

"My reaction was not called for. There's no need to put up an apology when there's no wrong."

At that point, I couldn't tell if I was speaking the exact thoughts I had in mind or if I was simply trying to please her that I wasn't angry. Well, that didn't matter. She had come to look for me, and fear had also gripped her that I wasn't home. That was more than a "sorry" to me.