Page 50 of Bullied Pregnant Mate

Nightmares.

The word is whispered from somewhere beyond hearing. It definitely wasn’t a sound, more like a feeling.

Did we just share thoughts?

“Okay, I’m just going to the bathroom,” Alisa says. “Go and get ready for bed. I’ll be there soon.”

“Okay. Thank you.”

I watch her go, finishing my lemon tea in a big gulp. It really did make me feel better, and I wonder if it was some kind of potion.

It really doesn’t matter if it was. I’m already under her spell.

In my room, I put on warm sweatpants and a loose shirt, then curl up in bed. When Alisa comes in, she’s in soft flannel pants and a light sweater, both so baggy, I can only see hints of her curves underneath.

And even dressed like this, she’s the hottest girl on the planet.

I keep my arousal in check. I know she’ll feel it, and I don’t want her to think I’m pressuring her.

I just want to sleep beside her, and hopefully have no nightmares.

“It’s okay, Jenks,” she says, climbing under the covers. “It’s a cold night, and I don’t mind snuggling with you. It’s natural for your body to respond, and I know you’re not asking for more. I trust you.”

Did she just read my mind?

Alisa wriggles close to me, and I wrap my arms around her, tucking the blanket around both of us like a warm cocoon. She sighs with pleasure as she snuggles against my chest, her hand loosely around my waist.

Immediately, I begin to relax. Her sweet scent, the rhythm of her breath, and the heat of her skin—just being close to her grounds me and calms my thoughts. I can feel her curiosity, but also that because she cares so much about me, she won’t push.

What did I do to deserve her? How could I have hurt someone who has so much love inside them?

Her arm tightens on my waist, and she snuggles even closer to me. I stroke her hair gently, knowing the words are going to come out and there isn’t anything I can do about it.

It feels right to tell her, and I have to tell someone. I can’t handle this alone.

“Alisa, something happened today.”

“Hmm?” she murmurs. “I mean, I noticed you must have taken a fall. You’re lucky you weren’t injured.”

“No, not that. Something else.”

“I’m here if you need me, Jenks. But if you aren’t ready to talk, that’s okay.”

“No, I need to tell you,” I say, my throat closing with anxiety. “I need your support.”

Alisa sits up a little so she can see my face. “I’m with you, Jenks. No matter what it is, let’s handle it together.”

I look into her eyes a few moments more, then let out the breath I’ve been holding in a big sigh, trying to ease the tension in my chest and throat.

“Today, while I was on patrol, I met a wolf. The same one that was here, that attacked you.”

“Oh my God!” she cries. “Did you fight him?”

“No.” I shake my head. “He’s obviously been tracking me for a while. Today, he shifted and came forward to talk to me. He didn’t want to fight me.”

“So, what did he want? Are they enemy wolves?”

“Yes. They are from Decker. But here’s the thing… he’s claiming to be my half-brother.”

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