JULIEI felt waves of shame run through me as he shut the door. Myhands went to my hair, gripping it as I groaned in frustration. I knew I was right about stopping him from kissing me, no matter how much I wanted him to do so. I shook my head, and began to pace the room once more, frustrated and filled with regret beyond measure.Why couldn't he understand? He was already walking on thinice from stopping the execution of my pack. It was obvious that not all of them supported him and I had a feeling that they were plotting to dethrone him from his alpha position. Forget how he plotted to hide me, if anything ever led to him revealing me - Julie Scarborough, a wanted rogue and leader of the Rogue pack they captured - as his mate will be the exact opportunity to use against him. And even if by some miracle they managed to accept me, it definitely didn’t mean that they’ll accept the rest of my pack. Yet even when I knew all this, why did I still feel so damn guilty about it? I recalle

CHAPTER 41DonaldI was weary from everything. The day ahd been like a battle, from one thing to another. And it was all because of her.After I left Julie that morning, I hadbeen on my way to the chief guard’s station, which was on the outer part of the Pack compound. During the walk there, i was deep in thought, with the argument i just had with Julie that morning on my mind. It was hard not to think about it, seeing as it put a ltot of things into perspective for me, and - i’m guessing - herself as well.It was hard to admit, but I did know that I had said some words that could be classified as inflammatory to her, especially due to her status as a well-known Rogue. But was she right?I had told her that Rogues were dangerous, and of that i was certain. Rogues were an anomaly. They were chaotic and only sought destruction of the order in which we lived our lives as a Pack. to think tht Julie had argued that not everyone had the choice on whether to be or not to be a Rogue, was ludi

She did not respond, only shaking her head again. Meanwhile, I was trying to still think of a way to defuse this clearly tense situation between us.“Do you want to eat first, then talk later?” I tried asking, motioning to the now-slowly cooling plates of food. “Let us sit and talk about this all later,” I insisted.“Are you saying that I need to calm down, Donald?” she did not back down, and it was becoming increasingly hard for me to calm down. “Is that what you’re saying?”I sighed again, bringing my hand to pinch my nose in a furious attempt to stave off my desire to argue back. The silence that ensued after her query was rife with tension, and soon after the moment passed with Julie huffing and storming past me.“And where are you going?” I demanded.She opened the door, biting out, “To get some actual rest, Donald,” before storming out, slamming the door loudly in her wake.I grit my teeth, clenching my hands into fists and punching the wall right next to me.…The next morning

I had no appetite now to eat, and I left the sun room, almost bumping into Geraldine who had clearly just come in for the morning.“Good morning, Alpha Donald,” she greeted, but I walked away, not responding, and instead moved towards the direction of the study. I hoped to now bury myself in work, which might give me some time to think about how to handle this situation with Julie.It took until noon before I finally paused in my work. But it was due to a knock on the door, and I had to raise my head to call out.“Enter,” I said, and the door opened to reveal Geraldine, who carried a tray that bore a teapot and teacup, and the aroma of black tea filled the air. I stood up, moving around the desk and took the tray gratefully from her.“I’m sorry for this morning,” I apologized for how I had been rude, but she waved it off, only giving me a warm smile that reminded me so much of my mothers.“It is alright, Alpha Donald,” she replied, giving me a knowing look. “I noticed you did not have

Donald The scent that she gave off suddenly had hints of fear in it, and she shook her head in the negative. Her behavior, however, gave off the signs that she was, indeed, lying to me. “I am not pregnant, Donald,” she said. “That is a lie, love,” I responded. “Do not think about lying to me about this. Don't even dare to try it. I dont have the patience to deal with it if you do.” She shook her head again, and that infuriated me the most. Why was she trying to deny what was already there? Did she not know how she looked, cowering with her hands over her stomach, as if trying to protect the child - our child? Or did she not think that I would not be able to notice her strange behaviors over time? Granted, had the old woman not mentioned something about it today, it may have not occurred to me that my mate was with child. But I had in fact noticed the odd behaviors that she had exhibited until then. Now, I had nothing else to say but to ask her why. It was no longer a matter of ge