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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

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Chapter 240: All shades of wrong

Chapter 240: All shades of wrong

Owen's POV

Sitting still has never been my thing yet it was all I can do right now.

There was no clue or any trail to follow, Luna's phone was switched off and as much as I wanted to believe that I could conquer the world and search every corner of it till I found my family and Waylen, the bitter truth is this – I am a just a twenty-three year old werewolf….i am just as helpless as they come.

I was no Alpha, therefore I had no army of werewolves under my command, I was no crown prince not that it did Waylen any good, chances are he is dead and if by some cosmic miracle he survived the bullet wounds and somehow saved Xavier… they were still lost.

I looked at Emily. She was staring into a vacant space again.