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.”

sniffle, “whatever you

Sophie

in the sheets pooled around my body as need and

tongue and thrusting his skilled fingers into my clenching sheath, rubbing against my g-spot. Now, however he’s pulled

purrs, sending delicious vibrations through my intimate

I beg, shamelessly thrusting my

towards his mouth.

the insides of my thighs and making me feel as if I’ll go mad if I don’t find release

it’s mean!” | complain, “I don’t tease

his way up my body, pausing to nibble his mark before claiming 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 grin and kissing me

batting my lashes. “I de serve

nipple into his mouth. I arch into his touch, tangling my fin gers into his dark hair in an attempt

to relieve the ache at their apex, but

you, baby.” He croons, stroking my

trust him. 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 love

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

Drake continues tormenting me as if he has all the time in the world. As far as he’s concerned my

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

up above me, his muscular chest glistening with sweat, Drake lined up his hard cock with my soaked channel, teasing his head against my entrance. I whimper, grasping his hips

beside myself with need

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

swears, slamming his hips into mine and watch ing me like a starving man might stare at a juicy steak.

beyond words. I can merely cling to my mate as he claims me roughly, rolling his hips into mine 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 satisfied groan, capturing my mouth with his

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

every day.” I say, snuggling into his warmth, “you won’t be able to torture me

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