His Son’s Reject

5: New life

Sable’s POV

I never expected to find myself heavily pregnant a few months after I had met my mate but I have never been happier either. I stared at myself in the mirror with large belly that our cub is growing in. Thorne had been ecstatic at the thought of having a baby.

Life has never been more perfect. I had everything i have ever wanted with a man. I didn't have to fake who I am to. I told him about my story and the way an alpha’s son rejected me and since I have stopped using names from my former pack, I didn’t supply that to him either. That was in the past.

The present now is filled with happy moments because until the last two weeks, Thorne allowed me to ride my bike like I used to. Werewolf pregnancy is tricky and we had to lie to some of the humans that the baby wasn’t Thorne’s but he will take responsibility.

Usually we are pregnant for not more than five months before we give birth and now I have about a week or two to deliver. My stomach is round and beautiful. Thorne kept complimenting how pregnancy had made me more beautiful.

He has kissed the bump so many times and blamed it for his constant state of arousal. We just finished having s*x before he rushed to check on his bike that is with an auto mechanic. He'd be back soon.

I finished making dinner for us and waited for him to return. Thorne entered the penthouse exhausted but as soon as his eyes landed on me, a breathtaking smile took over his face and I returned it. He came to me and kissed me possessively.

“I missed you.” He murmured on my lips then kissed me again like his life depended on it.

“Dinner is ready.” I breathed when he finally allowed my lips to go and sought out the mark around my neck that he likes nibbling on.

“I think I’ll have dessert first cause you are on the menu.” He bit on the mark sending sparks down my spine and my p***y to clench on emptiness. Well, I think he should have dessert first.

Since I was already sitting on the couch wearing nothing but his leather jacket, he removed it from my body and latched onto my engorged red n****e with vigor. He loves my n****e from everything I have observed and his comments.

“These f*****g pretty nipples.” He would comment then use his teeth to drag on it in a painful yet pleasurable way that leaves me panting.

He lowered his mouth to my belly button, kissed it sensually making me moan. He whispered something to the baby inside then gave a gentle kiss. What he said sounded so naughty that I doubt a father should say to his baby but what I learned about Thorne is, he says what he wants and isn’t shy about being overly s****l.

“I’m about to f**k you mom raw. Be a good girl and don’t complain.” Followed by the kiss.

He lowered to my shaved p***y then closed his eyes and took a deep breath as if committing my scent to memories. My p***y clenched at the move before he dove in without hesitation. He took my c**t and rolled it in his hot tongue.

“Fuckkkkk.” I cursed, stretching my hands to hold his hair while my throat was bared as I screamed.

Thorne ate my p***y like it was an Olympic sport (one which he promised I would participate in the human world one day) and didn’t stop even after I came twice. He wants me to squirt. I did that only once and he’s made it his mission to make me do it again.

When he was about to remove his loose leather pants that tightened around his quads, his phone shrilled inside the pocket. He yanked it out and cursed at the name it displayed then promptly picked the call while I watched him in daze satisfaction.

“Pack under attack? How?” He was already standing up from the couch moving to the floor to ceiling window pacing.

“I’ll be there soon.” He announced then hung up the phone and turned to me.

I managed to sit up, closing my body with the leather jacket and hauled my pregnant self up to face him. His face is set in grim silence. Something has happened to his werewolf pack that needed his attention which means he has to leave.

No Alpha could be able to stay away when his pack is under attack no matter how much he doesn’t want the title. He told me he started hating it when his first wife and Luna ran away after finding her mate. But someday he would take me as his Luna and we’d rule together.

He didn’t think me not having a wolf is a liability. He told me I’d make a beautiful Luna and a powerful one too. When I reminded him of the lack of a wolf, he kissed me and told me that wolves aren't powerful. You make them.

“I’ll be going back home now, love.” He drew me in for a hug, keeping me there for a long time, then he sighed and withdrew.

“When are you coming back?” I whisper even though I don’t want him to leave me so soon but I have no other option.

“As soon as I can. A group of rogues attacked the pack and they are in a vulnerable state right now. My Beta cannot handle it by himself.”

“Go, Thorne. I’ll be fine here alone till you come back.” I encouraged playing with one single strand of grey hair on his head.

“I love you.” He kissed me again and this time it was so gentle I almost melted in his arms.

“I love you too.” I pecked his bearded cheek affectionately. “Go and be a big bad alpha.”

“I’ll be back as soon as possible, I promise.” And then he was gone.

Few days later I went into labor and Joe was by my side informing Thorne of every little information. I gave birth to a beautiful girl whom we named Nyra Black. She looks exactly like him with dark eyes and dark hair. So tiny and precious.

A message came from Thorne that I might have to join him in his pack because the attack here won’t end anytime soon. He told me he’d a pilot and his private jet to come get me. I had no idea he was THAT rich despite knowing he is well off.

The next day I was flown from Texas to the same pack I left a few years ago and apparently, I am now my ex-mate’s stepmother.