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1 feel as if the moon herself is cradling me in her hands. This pregnancy is going so easy for
- me.
Tu so lucky.
Giggling, never would I use those words to describe myself, but now they are my everyday words. How lucky I am, I constantly think this as I feel my love inside me. I can’t stop the way my hands find that they love to rest on top of the small forming bump. The way he kicks when I put the phone to my stomach and Dallas’s voice comes over saying he’s unavailable to take the message.
Just that short message has the pup reacting in bursts of energy. I have never left a message, preferring just to hear his voice tickle my skin.
It soothes me to hear his voice even if it’s in a message of “please leave a message.”
I had a dream about Dallas the other night, about our twisting bodies, naked, coming together hard and satisfying. This dream only left an ache between my thighs that’s not satisfied. I have to prepare myself that I might not see him for a very long time. That makes me whimper inside. I have to be prepared he will never forgive me.
Can I share my male with Dallas if he doesn’t want me? A very little whisper mists up my back, tentacles anchoring into my spine, pulling dark thoughts into my mind.
He could take him away from you.
He wouldn’t do that, I always say back, but there is a little fear, if I’m honest with myself.
Whenever I bump into wolves, it’s always the same “sorry for your loss.” Their eyes always fall to my unmarked neck, then looking away quickly, like I have a birth defect of some kind. I always respond with a thank you and go about with what I’m doing.
The Alpha’s Greatest Mistake
Chap 11
Month five has me needing to buy my first pregnancy clothes nothing but bright cold’s Everything flowing from the pretty blouses, skirts all Horal and layered, providing me warmth while fall is starting to roll in with cool winds from the north
Eccentric. That’s w
Come of the wolves say about me now.
1 look as if I’m a gypsy and feel like a nomad, not tied down to one place. Doing things I only dreamed of doing. The postcards to my parents telling them of my adventures, never a Keturn address on them, and in a way I feel guilty for not telling them I’m expecting, but the
more I let my secret stay a secret, the harder it’s getting to actually tell them.
No other packs are needed for the supply line of milk. It’s time for me to touch the ocean with my bare feet.
Month six, no hiding my belly it’s growing more and more with each day. I make it to the ocean’s edge, driving along the coast.
It’s big sky and blue water, the waves white tipped in the gusting wind.
I’ve been looking for just the perfect house to den up in. I need something small, secure, and private. The off season for beach rentals is winding down, and I have a few that I googled that will rent me the home for six months. All I have to do is decide on the right location.
My hunt is not a successful one. This is the last stop before I have to research my options. again.
I pull up to a private drive made with a mixture of small rock and sand that the tires crunch on. The homes are hidden behind thick layers of trees and bushes.
Following the curved road, I smile to myself with the way these little shore houses are lined up. All bright colored and well–maintained on the outside.
Getting out of the car, I hear the waves crashing against the shore. The sea breeze moistens the air I breathe in. A chorus of screaming seagulls talk to each other from up above.
The owner of this property wants to meet me before she will rent anything to me.
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The house itself is perfect. It’s light blue, matching the sky. White window trim with storm shutters. If I was to guess, it might only hold two bedrooms…perfect.
No one is around to meet me yet, so I go to the beach side of the home. A large deck lookin out toward the sea, t ad brushing against the steps. I can picture myself sitting on the porch having tea, watcing the sunrise in the early morning hours. The constant crashing of the tide will lull me to sleep at night.
found my place.
I walk toward the ocean. The water laps at my ankles, and my feet sink into the sand as every wave flows in and ebbs out.
Snapping a picture of my feet with the foaming water swirling around my toes, I send it to Caleb.
Caleb: You made it!
His reply to me instant.
Rya: I did!
Caleb: I’m happy for you, Rya.
Rya: Thanks, is he back yet?
Can’t help but ask every time I talk to him. I get no instant reply this time. I wait for his reply before I text him again.
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