Pregnant and Rejected by My Alpha Mate

Chapter 188

Chapter 188 – Messages Home

Selene

“What do you mean, you’re working with Frederic?” | de mand, not believing my own ears.

“He wants to help.” Helene insists, rubbing my arms in an attempt to soothe me.

“Helene, he tried to destroy our lives.” I remind her, “he let Arabella try to kill me, he murdered Gabriel and tried to assas inate Bastien, he locked his own mother in a basement and would gladly do the same to me.”

“Yes, he did.” Helene agrees, “you’re right. But he’s also in love with you.”

“Oh please,” | scoff, “He doesn’t even know the meaning of the word.”

“Which isn’t his fault.” Helene reminds me sternly, “And beggars can’t be choosers. We need all the help we can get.” She glances at the door, making me worry she senses some one coming – someone my keen ears cannot hear. “I’m not saying I trust him or think you should befriend him when this is all over,” she continues. “I’m simply arguing that right now we don’t have a lot of options, and whatever schemes he might get up to the rest of the time, he’s saved you once be fore.”

“So you’re saying we don’t have a choice.” | summarize bleakly.

“He’s the one who connected me to the rebels,” She re

minds me, “and they’re Bastien’s ticket to freedom.”

“Fine.” I agree sullenly. “But I don’t like it.”

“Your objection is noted.” Helene smiles warmly. “I need to be going soon. Is there anything you need?”

Wracking my brains, | skip past all my pleas for a rescue and hopes to be reunited with Bastien, and land on the task which can actually be accomplished in the little time we have. “Can you get a message to Drake and Aiden?” | request, “tell them what’s going on, send Lila my love.”

“Of course, darling.” Helene promises, eyeing me as I work myself up to tears thinking about my poor pup. “Don’t worry, Selene. You’ll be back home with her before you know it.”

I sniffle, “whatever

Sophie

clenching my fists in the sheets pooled around my body as need

into my clenching sheath, rubbing against my g-spot. Now, however he’s pulled back, lazily licking my sex as if he hadn’t just pulled me

purrs, sending delicious

“Stop teasing me!” I

towards his mouth.

thighs and making me feel as if I’ll go mad

complain, “I

my lips in a deep kiss, “That’s because I’m in charge, little lamb. Your pleasure belongs to me.” He declares when we part, offering me a wolfish

I’ve been so good!” I argue, batting my lashes.

his touch, tangling my fin gers into his dark hair in an attempt to hold him in place. It doesn’t do any good, instead he simply switches breasts, lav ing the same attention on the other and working

squeeze my thighs together to relieve the ache at their apex, but Drake’s

He croons,

Drake never fails to give me fireworks in the bedroom, but I hate it when he makes me wait this way, espe cially since our time is increasingly limited these days. I

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worried that if I don’t come soon, we’ll get interrupted, and I’ll have

if he has all the time in the world. As far as he’s concerned my body is his per sonal playground, and he’s determined to keep playing as

sex, stroking and kissing me in all the right places. Before long I’m writhing and begging in his

channel, teasing his head against my entrance. I whimper, grasping his hips and trying to pull him inside me. “Greedy girl.” He croons, easing just his tip inside and letting me feel

beside myself with

his fangs and finally thrusting into me and spearing me to the hilt. I was so worked up that this was all it took. Throwing my head back with a cry of relief, my tight inner muscles clench and spasm around his

hips into mine and watch ing me like a starving man might stare at a juicy steak. “God dess

and rub bing the flared mushroom head of his huge member into that sensitive spot inside me. His fierce thrusts send me crashing into orgasm two more times before he finishes inside me with a

continues thrusting into me as we both come down, slowing his speed to a gentle rocking motion as our tongues tangle deliriously. No sooner has he rolled off of me and pulled me halfway onto his chest, that a knock sounds on our door, and Lila’s little voice travels through the wood to our ears, “Uncle Rake, Auntie Sophie, l’s hungry.”

bean!” Drake replies, his voice

of our own, this will be every day.” I say, snuggling into his warmth, “you won’t be able to torture me with these

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