LOGIN"You should be training. Should be learning Beta responsibilities. Should be—" A contraction made me scream. Actual scream. The pain was—unbearable. "I'm exactly where I should be. With my mate. Supporting you through birth. Rose, there's nowhere else I'd rather be." More contractions. Closer to
A sharp pain cut through my abdomen. Different from the constant ache. Sharper. More intense. I gasped. Grabbed Nate's arm. "That—that was—" Another pain. Stronger. Radiating through my entire stomach. "Contractions," Nate said immediately. Sitting up. "Rose, those are contractions. You're—you
The Rejected Mate Rose pov I woke up wrapped in Nate's arms, feeling more relaxed than I had in weeks. Last night had been—perfect. Exactly what I needed. A reminder that I was more than just pregnant. More than just a vessel carrying a hybrid baby. I was Rose. Nate's mate. A vampire who was l
We 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.
My Cheating Mate Jeremy pov Grace's fifth birthday party was winding down. The backyard was a mess of torn wrapping paper, half-eaten cake, and exhausted children running on pure sugar. Grace herself was showing Uncle Cas—she'd dropped the "Lord Castellan" entirely by age three—her new art suppl
"On it." Marcus was already moving. "Emma, call our coven allies. Every vampire group that's formed agreements with wolf packs. Tell them what's happening." She nodded, pulling out her own phone. "And Cas—" I looked at my friend. My daughter's Uncle Cas. The vampire lord who'd become family de
I looked at Grace, who'd successfully stacked three blocks and was clapping for herself with pure joy. "Is that why you're still here?" I asked quietly. "Because you think the threat is still active enough to need constant vampire presence?" "Partially." He didn't turn from the window. "But most
My Cheating Mate Emma pov The kitchen smelled like garlic and rosemary—a roast I was attempting for the pack dinner tonight. Grace was in her playpen in the corner, babbling at her toys with the intense focus only a thirteen-month-old could manage. She'd just started walking last week, and now e







