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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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#ONENIGHTSTAND

Chapter 84: De-feathered chicken 

Chapter 84: De-feathered chicken 

Zuri's POV.

Few hours ago I froze on the podium and my half sister Emily had to come to my rescue (not that I asked her to) but it was only right that I show my gratitude no matter how ungrateful I was actually feeling right now.

As I made my way to my sister's room, I happened to stumble on Pru's half ajar door.

Pru was standing in front of the full length mirror that was on top of a golden stand. She was stark naked except for the yellow panties and bra. Beads of water dripped from her strawberry blonde hair down to her shoulders.

For some reason, I didn't go on my merry way. I simply stood there and I watched as she pushed a few rogue strands of hair behind her ears and wiped the bead of water that was about to enter her eyes. 

The other beads of water, Pru allowed to fall freely all over her body.

She ran her index finger on the scar just above her hair line. The scar was almost fading.