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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
301 Chs

Chapter 263: One good deed

Emily's POV

Grandpa Sanders once told me that death has as much power as we give it.

He said if we embrace the inevitable then everything becomes a slow dance we control.

He said death is powerful because we let it…we give it fuel and watch it burn us down.

He said Emily, take that power from it and then death becomes just another thing by the corner.

It loosens its grip on you and you will be finally free, little girl….free as a bird.

Take hold of your fate, Emily, he said!

Take back your power, he said

It's just a transition to something greater, he said!

It's just death!

Well, grandpa, sorry but dying kinda sucks!

And we can make it a poem or make peace with it but at the end of the day, it just…sucks!

Which is second only to watching someone you love die.

I wonder if he felt what I felt when I got down from that boat, will his perception change?