Rejected the alpha mate 128

Chapter 128 

Auren POV 

Lucien wanted me to stay in the room because of what I had undergone. I was truly shocked and every time I sat alone, I would remember all that Sable did to me. Every dot was connected except some. It seemed like even though she was dead, there was something lurking out there, and I was truly not out of danger. 

For example, what about the video that was sent to all of us in the High Council? Who sent it to us? Tarian and his team tried to find it, investigate it, but they always came to a dead end. It was like the person who sent it was a ghost. 

Lucien had gone for another important meeting with his gammas. It was a sunny afternoon and I sat alone in the bedroom. 

Too many thoughts made me dizzy, and tension set in. My stomach gurgled and I rushed to the bathroom to puke. “Goddess!” I rasped as I leaned over the counter, my legs shaky. Amongst all the chaos, I haven’t had time to think about my pup’s future, about my future, about our future. 

I waddled into the bedroom only to find Lucien rearranging the couch cushions like for some royal guest. He snapped his head toward me and his eyes widened. “Did you just puke?” He came to me and helped me to the bed. 

“What are you doing?” I asked, looking at the cushions. “I told you I’m fine.” 

I told you I’m nesting,” he chuckled. “The Luna is with my pup. So this seating arrangement must reflect her status.” 

My throat bubbled with laughter. “You’re nesting?” 

He settled me on the bed. Looking utterly serious, he said, “I read it in a book.” 

“You read a book on pregnancy?” 

“And I’m an expert now,” he assed with a haughty sniff. 

I blinked at him. “And now you are suddenly an expert on pregnancy?” 

“Well, i read two books!” 

“Goddess, help me!” 

Lucien sat down beside me and with a smile said, “I also bought you ten different herbal drinks. I’ve rearranged your closet by color. I hope you are feeling supported. If not, I can build a throne for you.” 

I collapsed into the cushions behind me laughing so hard that I had to clutch my bump. “Please build me a throne.” 

Lucien knelt in front of me, He slid his hands around my middle like it was a sacred offering. “Whatever you want, love,” he whispered. “I’ll do everything I can for you and for my pup.” Then he leaned in and kissed my belly. He rested his head on my lap and I ran my fingers through his hair lightly. 

“Stop worrying so much, Lucien,” I said. “I don’t like it when you are tense.” 

He didn’t say anything and closed his eyes, feeling my fingers run through his hair. Together we were calm, settled and felt anchored. Without each other, depression set it. This was how mates were? I sent a silent prayer to the moon goddess. Goddess, thank you for giving me a second chance 

mate. 

It had been two weeks since the incident. Dr. Elias was keeping a strict watch on me. We were sitting in his chamber at the hospital as he looked at the reports. “Everything is fine, Luna,” he said with a gentle smile. “You have entered the third trimester, and so you have to be precautious. This is a very delicate time for the mother and the pup.” 

I took a ragged breath. “Yes,” I murmured. 

He glanced at the reports again. “Your blood test is positive. There are no traces of hallucinogens left in your body. And frankly, I am surprised that they flushed out so soon. Your wolf is amazing. She really helped you. Honestly, you are in pink of your health!” 

I smiled and nodded. Sienna was really the best wolf one could have. She had protected our pup from all the hallucinogens that Sable was giving. She would reel under the effect of the drug, but she never let it pass to our pup. 

Is there anything else you’d like to add?” Lucien asked, his brows furrowed. 

Elias shook his head. “Nope! She is perfectly fine and other than taking more rest, she shouldn’t bother about anything” Then he rubbed his forehead with his fingers. “From the seventh month, you may feel movement in your belly. You know, the pups love to play soccer in your belly. Since this one is the heir of the Alpha of the North, I’m sure he would have a field day in your belly.” 

1/2 

3:16 PM 

Chapter 128 

At his words, I giggled while Lucien grinned, looking so smug and satisfied like he wasn’t expecting less. 

That night, as Lucien and I lay curled together in our bed, the moonlight painted silver shadows across our room. His hand was splayed protectively over my belly. Our fingers were linked between the curve of my hip and his palm. 

“I think the pup kicked today,” I murmured. 

He tensed. “Where? When? Why didn’t you tell me?” 

“Because it was probably gas,” I replied sleepily. 

He growled softly. “If our pup moves and I missed it, I will start keeping my hand on your belly 24/7.” 

I smiled and pressed my forehead to his chest. “What about your pack’s business?” 

He kissed me softly on my head. Then he curled his finger and thumb beneath my chin and lifted my face. “I already told you, love. You and my pup come first.” 

I sighed and stared into his beautiful dark eyes before he pressed a kiss on my lips. Then he kissed me until all the fire and smoke of the past felt like something that never happened. 

Tomorrow we were going to think of other problems. Because today, we dreamed of tiny feet and moon–blessed futures. 

At the end of the seventh month, Lucien announced the onset of the Harvest Festival in the pack. We all had fallen back into our roles and duties. I followed our new event coordinator, Lila, through the main hall toward the garage. As soon as we sat in the car to head toward the venue, the guards also sat in theirs and followed us. 

This year, Lucien had asked me to oversee everything for the festival. As the day of my delivery was coming near, he was getting even more jittery. It was like he didn’t want to leave my side at all, scared that I would disappear if he left me. Often, he would simply curl in me and stay lying beside me for hours, his eyes closed, but without sleeping. Sometimes, he would check his tattoo on his chest where some thorny vines still remained. 

When we reached the venue, I saw that the garden was transformed into a riot of colors. Garlands were strung between trees. There were barrels of apples and oranges stacked beside the crates of honey. There was a long wooden stage where the younger wolves would perform in the evening. It all looked… magical. 

“What are your next instructions?” Lila asked in a sweet voice. She was a sweet she–wolf whose father was a gamma in our pack. She had short hair and her fashion sense was a walking contradiction. She wore over oversized blue glasses with a neon green shirt and black pants. 

I walked to the honey crates. “We can put these in two places,” I said. Wolves loved honey. It was a myth that only bear shifters loved it. Okay, the main reason was we had invited the bear shifters as well along with their Alpha, Alpha Magnus Blackwood. 

متر 

2/2