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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
320 Chs

Chapter 91: Emily tells Owen about her babies

Chapter 91: Emily tells Owen about her babies 

Emily's POV

Everyone is capable of murder even the saints of this world. I believe given the right circumstances and right motivation that everyone's demon is bound to come out.

I knew this because I prayed for a gun…anything to end Anton and when all hope was lost and I thought he was going to have his way with me, something happened.

Someone came to my rescue and pushed him off of me.

My first thought was Waylen but it seemed highly unlikely as he was thousands of miles away.

My entire body shook like a leaf in a windy summer and I was helpless against it.

When I saw Pru standing there, I ran.

It was instinct or something but I felt the urge to hide. I slammed my bathroom door shut and I slipped to the floor and I stayed down.

What was the point of getting up?