LOGINWe ate together. Talked about things that weren't pregnancy-related. About books she'd been reading. About pack politics I was learning. About Uncle Cas's latest coven drama. Normal conversation between mates instead of constant medical discussions. And Rose—Rose relaxed. Laughed. Looked like hers
The Rejected Mate Nate pov Rose was four months pregnant now, and I could see the toll it was taking on her. Not just physically—though the baby bump was prominent now, making movement difficult and sleep nearly impossible. But emotionally. Mentally. She'd been so down lately. Crying over smal
"What?" "You're being too hard on yourself. Holding yourself to impossible standards. Expecting to maintain pre-pregnancy capabilities while your body is literally creating new life." He paused. "Rose, pregnancy is hard. Hybrid pregnancy is harder. You're allowed to struggle. Allowed to need help.
"But your responsibilities—" "Are being handled by Victoria and my other lieutenants. Rose, I'm delegating. Prioritizing. Choosing to spend time with family instead of buried in coven politics. That's—that's not sacrifice. That's choice." From the kitchen, I could hear Nate cooking. Smell food t
The Rejected Mate Rose pov I sat on the couch staring at my shoes with tears streaming down my face. They were just shoes. Simple slip-on sneakers that should have been easy to put on. Except my stomach—my small but definitely present baby bump—was in the way. I couldn't bend far enough to rea
Uncle Cas appeared. Carrying medical supplies and looking concerned. "Rose, I heard you're having a difficult day. I brought pain medication—vampire-safe, pregnancy-approved. And—" He paused. "And some information about hybrid pregnancies you should know." "What information?" Dread settled in my s
My Cheating Mate Connor pov The cooking show was still playing—some contestant having a meltdown about timing—but I wasn't paying attention anymore. Grace's hands had started wandering. It began innocently. Her fingers tracing patterns on my chest through my shirt while we watched TV. Then s
*I know. I'm not going to let that happen. I'm coming home.* *Home. I like that you call it home.* *It is home. Where you are is home.* I could imagine her smiling at that. Could picture her in her studio, paint-stained hands and that focused expression she got when she was creating something.
My Cheating Mate Jeremy pov I gripped the steering wheel so hard my knuckles turned white as I drove through the night toward the address my private investigator had finally tracked down. Emma was three states away, holed up in some seedy motel that made my wolf snarl with protective instinct.
My Cheating Mate Jeremy pov I finished bandaging the worst of my wounds with the supplies Emma had left behind, my hands shaking slightly from blood loss and exhaustion. Every movement pulled at the gashes across my ribs, sending sharp spikes of pain through my body. My phone buzzed. Then agai







