Page 71 of Rejected and Pregnant By the Alpha
His relief and happiness at my acceptance fill the bond, along with his love for me. My heart skips a beat for a moment before I lean forward, pressing my lips against his. Without hesitation, he kisses me back, his hand cupping the back of my head and gently tugging on my hair, tilting my head back to deepen the kiss.
A moan escapes my throat, and Julian growls in approval, his tongue slipping past my lips and claiming my mouth. The urge to submit to him, my mate, is strong, but the alpha blood in me hums at the challenge. Our tongues tangle in a battle ofdominance until I find myself needing to breathe, so I submit, pulling away to take a deep breath and inhaling his mango scent.
Julian presses our foreheads together, a grin on his lips as he stares into my eyes. I can feel his love, feel his approval of my submission, and I sigh.
“You need to leave soon,” I mutter, reluctant to see Julian go when just two weeks ago I would have given anything to get rid of him.
“I know. Let me put you to bed first, and I will stay with you until you fall asleep.” He sighs.
I nod, feeling his arms move under me, scooping me against his sturdy chest as he rises from the sofa and carries me to my room. The bed dips as he places me on the left side before climbing in beside me. I shuffle closer to him, feeling his arms wrap around me and his warmth envelop my body. We lie in silence as he gently plays with my hair. Closing my eyes, I rest my head against his chest and listen to his steady heartbeat.
“Will you call to check on Saben and me while you’re gone?” I find myself asking, my voice slurred with sleep.
“I will once you give me your number,” Julian answers, and I chuckle.
“Tomorrow,” I say slowly, yawning afterward. “I will text you tomorrow morning so that you have my number.”
His heart skips a beat at my words, and I grin, happy to know I affect my mate the same way he affects me.
“Sounds good, my luna queen,” he whispers, the words soft and loving, as gentle as a caress.
The room settles into a comfortable silence, one that I know will be gone by morning.
67
Julian
Looking at Hannah as she sleeps peacefully against me, I reluctantly untangle my arms from around her and carefully lay her back on the bed. She whimpers, shifting for a moment until her arms wrap around the pillow I was lying on, breathing in my scent. Chuckling, I shrug off the shirt I was wearing and place it beside her. Hopefully, my scent will linger until I can return to her side.
Waiting on you, Julian,Fabian’s voice flickers through the link, and I suppress a groan of annoyance. I just want to stay here in bed with Hannah, to hold her tight and forget about my duties.
I know. Hannah and Saben are asleep now, so I will be at the Haven Trail pack house soon,I reply, looking at the baggy sweater thrown on the chair by the closet door. It is Hannah’s favorite, the one she always wears in the morning. With a smile,I shrug the sweater on, instantly enveloped by Hannah’s scent. I will keep this sweater with me while I am busy with my tour.
Leaving the small cottage, I am stopped as I come face-to-face with Mavric, who nods at me, his eyes glancing over my shoulder.
“Aidan wants me here to guard my alpha and her heir,” he says, a sense of possessiveness filling me. I know he is Hannah’s head hunter, but I don’t want another male near her until I bear her mark.
Taking a deep breath, I calm the emotions inside me and remind myself that Hannah has known Mavric for five years. If he wanted her, they would have been mated by now. Instead, she is mine and mine only.
“I won’t let any unknown males near her, I promise,” Mavric says, giving me a reassuring smile. “Besides, I am waiting for my own mate to show up so I can shower them with all the love they deserve, whether they are male or female,” he adds, and I chuckle, relaxing slightly. It seems Mavric respects the mate bond, and I can’t help but feel reassured.
“I am guessing you are bisexual then?” I ask, watching a blush creep along his face.
“I am. But don’t let anyone know. Most people think I am into chicks, but I wouldn’t mind dominating a male every so often,” Mavric states, rubbing the back of his neck.
Scrunching my face at the idea of Mavric taking a male from behind, I tell him to ensure Hannah and Saben are safe while I am gone and wish him luck in finding his mate one day beforemoving aside. The door shuts behind me, and I look back once, listening to see where Mavric will go. Thankfully, he collapses onto the sofa, and the sounds of soft snoring follow. At least he has the sense not to go further than the living room.
With a deep breath, I walk away from Hannah’s home and take the path toward the Haven Trail pack house. I can sense the wolves around me, patrolling the forest and the border of this growing pack, and I smile. Hannah has done a good job training these wolves, and I hope that one day she will be able to train the others in the royal pack. Hell, I might bring most of my pack here to be trained by the Haven Trail wolves, as I know they will help mine improve by leaps and bounds. Hannah’s suggestion of merging the two packs while keeping them separate is a great idea. We could use a base of operations near the capital city of Canada. It would make dealing with the many packs under me easier and give us a place to escape from the palace during the long, cold winter northern Canada experiences.
Looking up at the night sky, I notice how bright the full moon shines tonight. It is a good night to fly with clear skies, and I just pray that it stays that way.
“Mavric texted me that he ran into you when you were leaving Hannah’s place.” Jumping at the sudden voice, I turn to find Aileen walking beside me, the vampire watching the night sky as well.
“Goddess, Aileen, you need a fucking bell on you,” I snap at the vampire, who just looks at me with an amused smirk before resuming her gaze at the sky.
“I don’t think wearing a bell would be fun. So no, I won’t wear one,” she replies in a teasing tone, and I grumble a low growl inannoyance. As much as I hated this vampire at the beginning of my time at Haven Trail, I can’t help but admit that I like her. She is no-nonsense when she needs to be and will take a stand if necessary. Add to the fact that she prefers not to cause harm to wolves and humans and actively drinks animal blood, I can’t help but admire her.
“I know you have questions about my kind, so why don’t you ask them, werewolf king?” she adds, her steps slowing down.
