All Chapters of ALPHA'S RUNAWAY PREGNANT MATE: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Salvatore. I wanted to stay with her. And hold her.The startling need had crackled through my chest.So I had forced myself to walk away. Now I stood in the middle of my study room staring out of the window almost in a daze. My breathing was still uneven, my heart racing, and my body thrumming with the after glow pleasure and heat. What the fuck just happened?I had fucked so many women in my life, all as beautiful and some even more beautiful than her, but none of those encounters even vaguely resembled what I had with her.For fucks sake I had unraveled like a dropped old movie reel. It was the closest thing to a miracle I had ever experienced in years.What was it about her? Why did she have this effect on me?She was just a woman who was having my baby, that's all she was, that's all I wanted her to be to me. My gaze went over to the tray with a bottleof aged whiskey and a single crystal glass on the low table next to the fireplace. Every night it was put out for me. Some nigh

Salvatore. The lamp cast a warm glow on her skin and hair that was somewhat dried now and lay in tangled waves around her face like a golden halo. For the hundredth,time, I asked myself what I was still doing here, staring down at her while she slept.But I simply couldn't pull away.There was a ceaseless stream of liquid fire coursing through my veins from wanting to be still inside her. I hadn’t shared a bed through the entire night with anyone except for Nova, and I was planning on keeping it that way for the foreseeable future. The lure of her body throbbed and called as I forced myself to turn away.I warned myself that she was a siren, one of those dangerous creatures that made men crash their boats into rocks with sheer madness.Suddenly she moaned, and like an addict being offered another shot, I turned helplessly, eagerly, but she was only stretching in her sleep. One breast poked out, the nipple pink and innocent, I was transfixed to the spot at the beautiful and vulnerable

Nala. The ride back to his house was quiet. And I appreciated that. Ait had been a long day and eventful night. And I was about to go to a stranger's house. I needed the quiet time for a while. My childhood, I was locked up alot in the house, I do not know the city at all. The last time I was out of my birth home had been when I was being shipped to my new husband's house. So I had no idea which part of town we were in but I could tell it was an affluent town. And by the looks, more affluent than even where Salvatore lived. After a few minutes, the man pulled up to a big gate, it was all black and behind the six feet gate was a huge mansion overlooking the sea. He got out of the car and held the door open taking my hand as he helped me out and led me to the entrance. A man in black came to us and mumbled something to him before he took the car keys and got into the car. He held my hand as he led me inside, but then as if he realized what he had done, his grip on my hand tightene

Jordan. I slumped in my chair and ran a hand through my hair. I fingered the list of phone messages as my gaze lighted on the one from my brother Jabari. I shifted uncomfortably and knew I wouldn’t be able to put him off for long.I put my phone down and for a moment I thought about the woman next door, whom I had taken in.She was yet to find out who I truly was, but she looked so innocent, like the world didn't deserve her. She had no idea I had a file on her, the file that documented her whole life. Not that she had any exciting things that happened to her. My pack was rivals with the father of her child Salvatore. I had been digging up anything I could find on him for the past few months. Any weaknesses an die had come across Nala, his wife. But soon I realized she was never really his true love. But she had the most important possession to a werewolf. His heir. She carried his heir and the plan was to use her to get to him. As the leader of the mountain pack, together with m

Jordan. It was late evening when I arrived back in my house. The day had started off light with me making arrangements for our trip but I ended up being needed at the pack house. I wasn’t feeling good. Blood had been shed today. I didn’t do wet work, but I might as well have. It was to my orders my men maimed and murdered. Out there somewhere in the burning depths of hell there was another stain on my wall of sin. Sometimes I dreamed of that wall. I dreamt I was washing it. Meticulously, washing, but as soon as I finished the ugly stain returned. But it was not that, that bothered me now. It was a feeling inside my body. A feeling that there must be something better than this. The wealth, the power, the control, the respect, the never ending parade of women, thendignity of my position, all of it felt like nothing. Dust in my mouth. There was no happiness in my heart. I was numb. At times like this I wished I could become as blasé as my father about the dog eat dog world we live