Semua Bab Pregnant For My Alpha Lord: Bab 171 - Bab 180

I wasn’t going to say no, especially not when a predestined future with a woman as pretty as Fallon fell straight into my lap. There was a good chance she was crazy too.But I’d never been one to care about red flags.“You’re not mad?” The metal door creaked open. Big, dark brown eyes looked up at me as the stronger smell of Fallon’s nest drifted out into the night, surrounding me and coaxing out my beast’s primitive desires.I swallowed down the urges, keeping my body relaxed as I remained leaning against the crate. “Why would I be? I like a girl who knows what she wants.”“And if I don’t know what I want?” she whispered, lowering her gaze to my lips.I couldn’t help but smirk. “I think you know exactly what you want.”The fire in her eyes made my heart skip a beat as she leveled a glare at me. “You don’t know me.”“Whose fault is that? I believe I’ve asked you many questions over the last few days.”Her pale cheeks flushed a sexy shade of crimson. “You don’t have to humor me. I know

“The way I see it, our wolves claimed each other for a reason.” He rubbed his chest as if in pain, but there was a twinkle in his eye as he spoke, making his next words not so heavy. “We owe it to fate to give this a chance.”“Your wolf didn’t choose me,” I tried to keep my voice playful and failed.“He chose you the moment he caught wind of your scent.” John grinned. “Says you smell like the moon and he can’t wait to make you ours.”“With a line like that, what are you waiting for?” I laughed it off despite my heart fluttering faster. Stupid hormones.“No need to rush.” John put his hands on his hips as he looked around the campsite he was setting up. “I’ve got a few things to take care of first.”*It’s time for us to take control.Already did. Now it’s his turn.Since when do we care about turns?Since we met our mate.I was going crazy arguing with my beast while John seemed totally relaxed as he meandered around the outside of my nest breaking branches for firewood and pissing on

Now that the heat was waning and she lay wrapped in the furry blanket, sleeping off the last of the hormones, I could catch my breath as I stared at her. Long raven hair fanned out around her porcelain face. Porcelain wasn’t the right word. Her face wasn’t breakable. But it wasn’t stone either.It was delicately feminine and harshly beautiful. All her curves and angles were. Luscious softness with strong muscles underneath. She was dangerous. The kind of beauty that caused wars.And she was mine.We’ll give her what she needs. My beast sighed, content. Keep her safe.I scratched my beard, thinking. Amber mated that Colton fellow from Maine, and Danielle’s wolf chose Tucker from New York. I’d checked on them at the beginning of the season to make sure those boys were treating them right. Their mama, my step-sister Bethany, would be happy knowing they’d be so close. It’d make visiting a whole lot easier.Fallon had to come with me all the way to Michigan. I wasn’t sure if she’d be homes

JohnThe smell of meat roasting drifted from the kitchen and wafted through the lodge house to the meeting room. My stomach grumbled in response, but my own hunger seemed an afterthought.“Did you get something to eat?” I mind-linked Fallon. She was sitting across the oak desk looking every bit the cold and collected female I’d first laid eyes on during the show.“I’ll eat at the festival tonight.” The tone she used with me was soft and I stared a moment longer, wondering how she could do that. Her face dared anyone to fuck with her while she calmly placated me, but I physically felt the nervousness she refused to acknowledge.“Is Shirley making venison roast?” Bryant, my Beta and second in command, sniffed the air. He was a military veteran shifter who wore the deputy sheriff badge along with his other pack duties.Technically, I was sheriff up here. But that was more of a formal title. We had about five thousand square miles in the O’Neil territory stretching from west of Mackinac B

“They’ll grow back.” I rinsed the plate and propped it on the drying rack before digging into the suds again. “So what’s there to do for fun in this town?”I really didn’t expect them to keep up the silence. At this point, it was just rude. I washed a cup and a plate before I looked over my shoulder.Beatrice smiled over her cup of coffee. Her ruddy complexion deepened with the grin. “I don’t suppose you like hunting.”She does know we’re all shifters, right?“My wolf enjoys it.” I shrugged. At least someone was speaking. I looked to Colleen and Rachel, who both turned their eyes to the vegetables.“Were you two close with Amber and Danielle?” I wasn’t, but I couldn’t imagine those sweet girls hanging out with rude women like this.Rachel glanced up. “Amber was in my class. We graduated last year. Danielle hasn’t been around though. She’s enrolled in community college.”“And the college is where?” I asked, feeling around the bottom of the sink.“Far away from here,” Colleen mumbled un