Page 53 of Bullied Pregnant Mate

“It’s a witch thing, isn’t it? Wolves can’t do it?”

“No.” I shake my head. “Wolves definitely can’t do it.”

“Is it because my mother was part witch?”

“That’s got something to do with it, but I think it’s actually my fault.”

“Oh?”

“I’m sharing my energy with you, and it might have triggered your abilities.”

Jenks looks at his hands for a bit longer as I scoop up the egg from the floor and put it in the garbage, then pour two cups of coffee and put them on the counter.

“You’ll have to be careful, Jenks,” I caution him gently.

“Why?” he asks, taking a sip of coffee.

“You might not want to display witch powers around the other wolves. It’s not common knowledge about your mom, is it?”

“No. But I think Carla knows.”

“Maybe we should have a talk with her. I just don’t want you bringing any extra attention to yourself with everything that’s going on.”

Jenks frowns, and I immediately regret my words, but I also know we have to get back on the subject sooner or later.

“I’m sorry,” I say regretfully. “But we can’t ignore it.”

“I know,” he mutters, moving to the table to sit down. I bring over the plates, and he immediately perks up when I put the big plate in front of him.

“I could get used to this,” he says mischievously. “You’re a good cook!”

“Actually, you got lucky,” I counter, smiling. “I’m usually pretty terrible, but I used a little magic to help me. It’s the only reason most of it isn’t burned.”

“Well, I think it’s amazing,” Jenks says, scooping up a huge piece of sausage. “Thank you.”

There is a deep sincerity to his words, and a look in his eye that tugs at my heart.

No one has ever taken care of him before.

As the thought flits through my head, Jenks looks away and focuses on his food, almost as if he doesn’t want to hear my thoughts.

I have to be really careful now. I’m much stronger than I’ve ever been, and it looks like Jenks is a medium, too.

What are we going to do with another wolf/witch hybrid? What will the rest of the pack say?

“I haven’t thought about my—I mean, the other two wolves,” Jenks says, still staring at his food. “I just can’t make a decision, you know?”

“I know,” I reply. “I want to say you can have all the time you need, but it just isn’t true. The conflict between the packs is pretty serious.”

“Yeah. It is. I just… I believe them, Alisa, and I’m sure it’s not just because I want to. Well… pretty sure.”

And that’s the problem, right there. We can’t be certain.

Jenks looks up at me, and I see dark circles under his eyes. Even though I made sure he had a good, restful sleep, his demons are back in full force now that he’s awake. I can sense the turmoil rising in him as he thinks about everything that has happened in such a short time. He turns his face back down to his food.

He can’t look at me. His thoughts are too disturbed, and we’re so open to each other right now.

Even though I’m very sensitive to the fact that this could be his family—the missing piece of the puzzle for him—there is an icy wave of fear flooding through my bones.

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