Pregnant and Rejected by My Alpha Mate

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.”

“Yeah,” I sniffle, “whatever you say.”

Sophie

“Drake!” | cry out, clenching my fists in the sheets pooled around my body as need and frustration

overwhelm me.

My mate’s head is between my legs, and mere moments ago he’d been flicking my swollen clit with his

talented tongue and thrusting his skilled fingers 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 back from the brink

of orgasm.

“Yes, my love?” He purrs, sending delicious vibrations through my intimate flesh.

vzdis “Stop teasing me!” I beg, shamelessly thrusting my hips

towards his mouth.

“Why?” He taunts, kissing the insides of my thighs and making me feel as if I’ll go mad if I don’t find

release soon.

“Because, it’s mean!” | complain, “I don’t tease you this way.”

The next thing I know the big Alpha is kissing 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 again.

“But I’ve been so good!” I argue, batting my lashes. “I de serve a reward.”

“Good girls wait patiently for their rewards.” He informs me slyly, lowering his head to my breast and

sucking my taut nipple into his mouth. I arch into 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 the tender bud with his tongue.

“Please, please, please,” | chant, wishing I could squeeze my thighs together to relieve the ache at

their apex, but Drake’s powerful body is trapped between them.

“I’ve got you, baby.” He croons, stroking my hip. “Just trust me.”

I do 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 Lila, but finding time to

make love with a pup in the house is

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

chance.

However there’s no telling Alphas what to do or how fast to do it, so Drake continues tormenting me as

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 long as he wants.

Working his way back down my body, he hooks my legs over his shoulders and begins laving attention

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

in his arms, and Drake finally takes pity on me.

Rising 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 and trying to pull

him inside me. “Greedy girl.” He croons, easing just his tip inside and letting me feel the stretch before

easing out again.

“Drake, please!” | exclaim again, beside myself with need now.

“Well, since you asked so nicely.” He rumbles, flashing 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 thick length, throwing me over the edge

even before he sets a rhythm.

“Fuck,” he swears, slamming his hips into mine and watch ing me like a starving man might stare at a

juicy steak. “God dess you’re perfect.”

By now I’m 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 own and swal lowing my rapturous cries.

He 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.” She calls.

“We’ll be right there, Lila bean!” Drake replies, his voice still husky with pleasure.

“You do know that if we have one of our own, this will be every day.” I say, snuggling into his warmth,

“you won’t be able to torture me with these long lovemaking sessions.”

“Torture you, eh?” He repeats, fisting his hand in my hair and gently tugging my head up until he can

look me in the eye. “If that’s what you think torture is, your education has been sorely lacking.”

“Well you’re the one who educated me, so if something’s lacking, look no further than yourself.” | grin,

pushing myself up and beginning to slide out of bed.

The next thing I know I’m flat on my back, and Drake is above me, all growly and fierce, “it sounds to

me like someone needs a refresher course.” He declares.

A shiver works down my spine, and I squirm beneath him,

amazed at how I can already want him again so soon after our last round. I’m sore and sated and

completely glowing in the aftermath of his attentions, and yet if he laid a single hand on me right now

I’d completely melt.

Luckily Lila has my best interest at heart, and calls again. “Uncle Rake?”

Drake drops his head to the crook of my neck and kisses my damp skin with a dark chuckle, ‘we’ll finish

this later.”

I groan, but secretly I’m thrilled. I could spend all day ev ery day in bed with Drake and never get bored.

After a quick shower, 1 join Drake and Lila in the kitchen, giving the sweet pup a lengthy cuddle before

letting her return to her break fast. We‘ve bonded thoroughly during her stay here, and I honestly can’t

believe how quickly I fell in love with the little girl. I’m going to be very sad when it’s time for her to

return home.

As I’m making my own breakfast plate, Drake’s phone rings, and after glancing at the caller ID, he

flashes the screen in my direction: Helene. Together we step into his office, and Drake accepts the call.

“Helene?”

“Hello Alpha.” She greets him, her voice low and even.

“How’s it going?” Drake asks, and I can feel his unease as if it’s my own. Selene hasn’t called in a

couple of days, and it seems very strange that the old witch is calling instead.

“Well the good news is that Bastien has his memory back.” Helene sighed, sounding very tired. “And

the bad news is that Blaise captured both him and Selene.”

“What?!” Drake demands, more harshly than he probably

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intended.

“They’re both alright for the time being.” Helene assures us, “but I’m afraid it’s going to take a bit more

time for them to get home.”

Over the next half hour Helene fills us in on the details, and I feel like I’ve gone on an emotional

rollercoaster. The witch assures us that she’s already been in contact with every one in Elysium, and

asks if we had a message for Selene. But by the time Drake hangs up, we can both only think of one

thing. He stares at me, seeming more helpless than I can re member seeing him in a very long time.

“How are we going to tell Lila?”