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#PRINCESS
#PREGNANCY
#FAKEIDENTITY
#ONENIGHTSTAND

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

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#WEAKTOSTRONG
#BETRAYAL
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#DRAMATIC
#ALPHA
#PRINCESS
#PREGNANCY
#FAKEIDENTITY
#ONENIGHTSTAND

Chapter 170: the bad feeling 

Chapter 170: the bad feeling 

Waylen's POV 

"Good for you but what about me?"

"I am not telling you I love you so you could record it on your phone and taunt me for the rest of our lives" I answered with a grin. 

"But why not! We've been friends for sixteen years....wait! How did you know I was going to record it?"

"Because you are Dicky"

"Yeah, I am. I am calling you on video call." He told me.

"I don't want to see your face, dude!" I yelled in protest."Seriously Dicky, I have my wife on my bed and I need…."

"Your wife is on your bed…why did you call me, man?"

"I didn't" I reminded him.

"Go" he ordered and I hung up.

I opened the kitchen cabinet and took out a tin of tea.

As I stirred the tea, I heard footsteps and turned to see my father walk inside the kitchen with one of his personal details. He was comfortably dressed in casual jeans and v-neck shirt.