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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 · Fantasia
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320 Chs

Chapter 195: How long?

Chapter 195: How long?

Waylen's POV 

"And the twins…. Miracle and Xavier, do you love them like they were yours?" He asked me again.

"No" I answered truthfully.

 "They are not like mine, Owen. They are mine…there is no 'like'...I love them because they are mine. I am their father not you…not anyone else…. mine, Xavier Eric Cole and Miracle Eloise Cole are my children! There is no if, buddy…there is no maybe. Come for my kids and I will rip out your spinal cord and wrap it around your neck!"

I blinked to stop the memories from playing. It wasn't my proudest moment, threatening people was never my thing but then so was day drinking and it was exactly what I was going to do.

And so, I drove off to the nearest bar. I sat on the stool closest to the television, I needed the noise from the television to drown the voices in my head.

I just needed to stop the voices…the doubt….the fear…the anger…the everything that I was feeling.