Page 73 of Rejected and Pregnant By the Alpha
Pressing on the contact, I hold my cellphone up to my ear and wait for the call to go through. It rings a few times, and I wonder if Julian is really going to pick it up.
“Han-Hannah?” His voice comes tentatively through the call, and I smile. He sounds shocked that I would call by now.
“Hi, Julian,” I call out softly.
“It really is you,” he says with relief, his soft voice barely audible.
“I told you it was her!” I hear Fabian shout in the background, making me grin. Of course, that big idiot would have to say something and ruin this moment.
“Yeah, yeah. You know I didn’t have Hannah’s number till now,” Julian says dismissively before the sound of a door closing is heard.
“Sorry about that idiot. You know how Fabian can be,” Julian apologizes with a sigh. “What are you doing up so early?”
“I woke up because the bed was cold with you gone,” I answer honestly, tugging the blanket over my body and yawning.
“So you missed me?” he asks in a teasing voice, his love for me shooting through the mate bond.
“I… yeah, I missed you,” I admit, a soft smile playing on my lips.
“I guess I just got used to your annoying self being next to me,” I add in a whisper, wanting nothing more than to snuggle into his side and fall asleep again.
“Well, now that I have your number, I will be annoying you as much as I can while continuing this tour,” Julian states, a hint of amusement in his voice.
“I don’t doubt it. I look forward to your calls,” I counter, giggling. Goddess, I feel like a love-struck pup.
I ask him where he is now and find out that his group just reached the vampire coven in Timmins and that it’s been hard keeping his men from attacking the vampires there for drinking from live humans, humans who seem to be willing blood slaves.
I frown at this, wondering if they will be released with their memories altered. Julian confirms that the coven leader plans to use the hunters they capture as blood slaves, keeping them for their own pleasure, the way they kept the vampires and werewolves for their own pleasure and monetary gain.
“News of our planned strike on the hunters’ headquarters has spread to a few trusted vampire covens, thanks to our allies here,” he explains. “They’ve offered to sign a treaty: any ordinary humans we come across will be spared if we hand over the hunters as blood slaves. I told them I’d think about it and I want to discuss this with you and Aileen, as you two know the vampire world better than I do.”
It surprised he wants to seek my input and Aileen’s on the matter.
“Does this mean you will be returning to Haven Trail after dealing with the hunters in Timmins?” I ask, receiving silence in return.
“No,” he admits finally, sadness in his voice. “I have to visit two packs just a few hours away from here, one of them being Snow Pine pack, before I can come talk to you. I just hope the hunters haven’t learned about our plan until it’s too late and we’ve takenout a couple of their headquarters,” he explains, the loneliness of his absence growing inside me.
“Be safe, please. I just accepted you as my mate. I am not ready to lose you again,” I whisper.
“I will, my luna queen,” Julian says, his sincere words and the title that is rightfully mine reaching my ear. That’s right, I am his luna queen. The clicking of the door opening in the background catches Julian’s attention for a moment, and a muffled conversation can be heard. The door closes again, and I frown, wondering if our call is coming to an end.
“I gotta go, Hannah. We are finalizing the plan of attack with the vampires. Miella just came to fetch me,” I hear Julian state, his words growing serious.
“I understand. Call me as soon as you are on your way to the next pack then,” I say, trying not to let the worry I feel for him seep into my voice.
“Okay. You should go back to sleep, Hannah. You’re still healing from the silver bullet. I left my shirt there for you to snuggle into with me gone so that my scent can comfort you and Saben.”
With that, the call ends, and I am left alone in silence. Julian won’t be reckless now that he knows Saben and I are waiting for him to return to us—to build a life as a couple and as a family.
“Mama.” My bedroom door opens, and I turn to find Saben slowly toddling inside, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
“Is Papa gone for his tour?” my son asks, crawling into my bed and scooting over to my side.
“He is. He just called to check in on us,” I answer, letting the white lie slip through my lips. There is no reason to worry my son about the danger his father is facing.
“Can I sleep here tonight? I smell Papa in the room.”
I grin, wrapping my arms around Saben and showing him the shirt left behind by Julian. “He left this here for us so that we can sleep with his scent beside us,” I say, smoothing back his white hair.
