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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 56: Asking a different question 

Chapter 56: Asking a different question 

Waylen POV

I don't know whether it's common knowledge but crying girls make dudes uncomfortable but not me. That doesn't mean I stand idly while a girl is sad or in trouble or shaken without some primitive protective side of me getting triggered and I get the urge to rush to be her knight in shining armor.

Don't get me wrong, I get those urges to treat every crying girl as a damsel in distress, I just don't act on it 99% of the time.

Maybe it's because I hated it when people invaded my personal space and I hated any form of touch when I am emotional and so, I tend to treat everyone including the occasional damsel in distress like I wanted to be treated because what was good for the goose was also good for the gander.

But something about seeing my barely legal intended bride walking away from me in tears override my first instinct to stay away and give her space.