Pregnant and Rejected by My Alpha Mate

Sophie

Lila is sprawled on the sofa in our apartment in Asphodel, flipping through Drake’s photo album. There used to be a time when that album filled me with jealousy. Half of it was occupied with photos of Selene – when she was pregnant with Lila, the early days after the pup had been born. Now it fills me with longing. I want a pup of my own so badly, a dream I never even realized I had until Drake claimed me as his own.

I haven’t confessed this dream to my mate yet, but I know he wants the same thing. He’s been endlessly patient with me, taking every new stage of our relationship one step at a time. One day soon I hope to share this secret with him, but I’m still finding my feet in the new order of things.

As nervous as I was to be given the responsibility of caring for Selene and Bastien’s daughter while they’re away, I’ve come to adore Lila, and even catch myself practicing my own mater nal skills on her. I’m not sure if Drake knows this is the reason I ve been so eager to spend time with her, but he’s more than willing to indulge me either way. 

“What do you want to do today, Lila Bean?” | ask, coming to sit beside her.

“I wanna go shopping!” She informs me happily, kicking her pint-sized feet back and forth as she lies on her belly.

“Shopping?!” | exclaim, not the least bit opposed to this idea, “What kind of shopping?”

“For gwocries.” Lila answers promptly. “I wanna cook like ! do with Mommy.”

Of course, I think with resignation. She wants to do the one thing I’m truly terrible at. No matter what Drake says, I know I’m a horrible cook. Thankfully he hired a real chef for Selene’s cafe and re-appointed me as the business manager, otherwise the restaurant would have gone under months ago.

“Alright!” | agree, “But you don’t get to be mad at me when the food doesn’t taste like how your Mommy makes it.” I cau tion the toddler.

“Don’t worry.” Lila giggles, “I show you how.”

For most pups this would probably seem like an over-abun dance of confidence, but Lila knows exactly how well I can cook, and she’s right to think she can do a better job. Poking my head into Drake’s office, I tell him where we’re headed. “Lila and I are off to the store.”

| planned on ducking in and out, but to my surprise, Drake rises from his desk and comes to take my hands in his, “Oh? | was thinking about getting a sitter and taking you out tonight.”

“Really?” | flirt, fluttering my lashes, “because that would probably save us all from food poisoning.”

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believe in you even if you don’t, you can be

I don’t care enough about cooking to put in the effort.” I confess, “if we

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in a teasing tone, “most couples dis cuss this sort of thing before tying themselves to each other

laughs, “but I love you more than I love some imaginary future. I want whatever life you’re willing to build with

1 wrap my arms around his neck. “You can’t say things like that to me when there’s a pup in the next room, Drake.” I

utters with a grin, “why’s

it makes me want to do a lot of very naughty things that would be very difficult to explain to her should she walk in.” | exclaim, turning my cheek when he tries to kiss me. Drake emits a low growl and catches my chin, turning my face back to his and claiming my lips despite my protests. When we part a few breathless

tongue over the pink scar, “But

with mild confusion, “Okay, would

everything I need.” He grins wolfishly, kissing my nose and giving my waist

burst over my cheeks, “Oh.” | murmur softly, sud denly liking the idea of staying put much more than

Drake informs me with a sultry stare. “I have very specific

and whisking her off to the grocery store. In addition to the items my mate requested, we picked out chicken, strawberries and carrots for Lila’s dinner. It was an odd combination, but it was what she wanted

done cooking and – to my amazement – actually smelling

the dirty dishes to the sink,

don’ want

lovey?” | ask patiently, “We made this

want it.” She repeated, crossing her

– logic wasn’t on the table. “Honey, we went shopping for these specific things, you

don’ like it.” Lila explains, baffling

why did you ask for it?” | murmur,

Lila insists, pouting

my lips. I try to conjure a reasonable reply.

hands up in defeat, I want to order her to eat the food we prepared or go to bed hungry. Instead I try to imagine how difficult it must be for her to be away from both

hours later I’m burying my head in my hands and complaining to Drake, “She’s a monster. We did exactly what she