All Chapters of Rogue Alpha: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

OwenI felt the wind rushing through my fur, I quickly caught up to the others and now I’m running alongside Derrick and the other alphas. My mind kept going back to Mel. I hated to see her sad. But I was doing this for us, for her safety. With Charles gone, no one would threaten her, and after the other wolves of that pack watch me fight him, they will submit.Mel’s scent still lingered in my mind. She always smells sweet, like a mixture of vanilla and honey. Thinking of her scent caused me to think about her body and last night. How her breasted bounced as she rode me, the way she begged me to spank her while I took her from behind, and the way her eyes rolled back as she orgasmed when I choked her.“Can you stop? I am trying to run in the opposite direction of her; if you keep it up, I will turn around.” I couldn’t help but chuckle at Storm.

Owen is supposed to come home tomorrow, and I could not contain the excitement. The school session returned, and there was one week before ‘dead week’ then finals week, followed by a break. I spoke with Dr. Jacobs about possibly finishing my dissertation online. I also told her that I got married. She was shocked, to say the least, but very happy for me.It was a long drive back to Derrick’s pack. It took almost two hours if I didn’t have to do Luna training with Leana I would see about moving into the apartment above the club. My body felt run down and sluggish. It was probably from all the driving.As I pulled up in front of the packhouse, my phone rang. I looked at the I.D. and saw Owen’s name when I did my heart fluttered. We didn’t talk much when I went back to school. This is the first time I have been able to answer his call in two days.“Hell

Owen called me while at work. He sounded desperate like he genuinely wanted to talk. A small part of me wanted to cancel the class and talk with him, but I couldn’t give him any more of me. There was now someone else more important. Owen and I may not reconcile, and if that is the case, I need a way to support myself and the baby. We did agree to talk tonight.I hated that throughout the day, I found myself looking forward to his call. The man betrayed me, and I was still ready to take him back. I sighed in frustration at my inability to logically distance myself from him.There is a small part of me that regrets packing up his belongings. I should have waited, gave him a chance to explain. But what could he possibly explain? I went to the hospital, thinking I was having a miscarriage or a heart attack. What if the stress had caused something to happen to the baby? I don’t think I could forgive him if it

Today was my twelve-week appointment, and I invited Owen to come since they would be doing an ultrasound. They were going to check the baby’s blood flow and do genetic testing by viewing the neck. I was excited to see the baby; I was a little worried about seeing Owen, though. We had talked a few times, he wanted to try and explain himself, but I told him there was nothing that would fix it.I left the University and headed to the clinic. Owen was waiting for me at the door, seeing him caused my chest to hurt. My heart ached for him, but logically I knew he was gone. Owen betrayed me, and for that, I hated him, I hated him for what he did to our family, and most of all, I hated myself. I fell for his trick; he was charming and sweet; somehow, he broke through to me. I believed his fairytale. I felt like a stupid girl for believing him, he swore to me that he couldn’t even think about being with another woman, yet he slept with s

For the first time in months, I woke up feeling rested. A delicious smell was coming from the kitchen. I got out of bed and walked outside. It took a moment to register what was happening. Owen was in my apartment, cooking; he looked at me, “Good morning! I made you some French toast. You didn’t have many groceries, so I stocked your fridge. And don’t worry, my mom said you were having an issue with a lot of food smells and gave me a list. Nothing in your fridge should make you sick.” Owen handed me a glass of milk and my prenatal vitamin. “Here, take a seat, and I will bring your plate over.”He seems so happy. I want to ask him why he stayed here, but there’s food, and I am not one to be upset about that. Especially now when I eat for two. But where did he sleep last night? The second bedroom doesn’t have a mattress. He is twice the length of the couch. Did he sleep with me? Is that why I am