All Chapters of Pregnant with Four Alphas' Babies Vol. 2: Descendants : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Matthew“I have to warn you,” I say as I stand with my mate on the front steps of the castle. “My mother will most certainly hug you.”Freya turns to me and narrows her eyes. “This is the first time she’s met me.”“Exactly.” I nod. “As my mate, you can most definitely expect a hug.”Her soft pink lips, normally forming a perfect heart shape, contort into something of a sideways frown. “I’d expect the Luna Queen of this entire kingdom to either completely ignore me or expect me to curtsey and kneel before her.”“Yes, well, my mother isn’t like that.”Finally, I get a smile. “Well, she did raise you, so I suppose that’s where you gained your affectionate nature.”“You certainly appreciated my affection last night.” I can’t stop thinking of the way her naked body fits so flawlessly against mine.“I did.” The statement is remarkably matter of fact, but her broad smile erupts just before she leans in for a kiss.And I close my eyes, basking in the electric tingles that wash over me. I hear

FreyaIt’s good to finally be traveling toward the place where the remainder of the pirates are hiding. Yes, I think of them as pirates. They are perhaps not the kind of pirates one is accustomed to reading about in stories, swashbucklers thieving on the open ocean, but those who steal from the very heart of my pack deserve a much stronger condemnation than simply calling them “thieves” invokes.Riding in these unnatural automobiles sets off my balance, and normally, I’d steer clear of them. But we’re they’re making swift progress toward our goal, so for now, I’ll not complain about it.Matthew sits beside me, a pillar of calm and control. I know he’s as angry with these people as I am, but he’s been my anchor, tying me to reason when all I want to do is beat the crap out of them. That measure of self-control was incredibly helpful during the interrogations of the prisoners we captured when he rescued me.But it didn’t really matter what techniques we used to get information out of th

Reeva“It’s time for dinner, dear.”I close the picture book I’m looking at to answer Ruth’s call. I still don’t understand why none of my books have words in them, but they do have lovely hand-painted illustrations. Admiring them passes the time.Stepping out of my room, I feel a draft, and I wrap my arms around myself to quiet the chill. When I step into the dining area, I notice the front door is open.“Is there something wrong with the door?” I ask.“The door?” she asks blankly. She turns to glance at it, then looks back at me. “Oh, I just thought the fresh air would be nice.”“Oh.” I inhale the scents of the food she carries over, and my stomach growls a little, the door forgotten. “I do enjoy your casserole, Ruth. Thank you for making it for me again.”“Of course, dear,” she says. “Anything for you.”After she’s seated, we both dig in, enjoying the lovely food. But a breeze picks up, and I feel cold again. “Do you think we could close the door?” I ask.“Oh, I don’t think so, dea

ReevaI’m having another memory, this time of a man’s hands on me. But as the thoughts progress, I’m confused. There are... three men. One moment, I’m holding a man whose muscles are the size of a god. But a second later, he’s a little older, and his muscles aren’t that big, though he’s still fit and handsome. And then, I’m with a charming, equally handsome man who makes me laugh.What’s happening?My eyes blink open, and the bright yellow ceiling looms above me. I turn a little, pulling the floral sheets up around me.It was a dream?It felt so real. And as I look around this room, all these objects seem different than they did to me before I went to bed. They’re still familiar, as though I’ve seen them often, but none of them feel like they belong to me.A shelf full of picture books, a few stuffed animals displayed on the opposite side of the room—these things aren’t mine. This isn’t my room.I bolt upright, sensing the memories pouring in like an open flood gate. I am Reeva Gold,

ConnorWe all move fast.Every one of us has been ready for the possibility that this plan wouldn’t work, and once Rose and Delphnie walked toward the cottage, we’ve been figuring out in the mind-link what each of us will do if we have to take this to the next level.And fuck, am I ready for it.Reece leads the way, gently taking Rose by the arm and moving her to the side so the rest of us can run into the witch’s house.Finn storms in like a freight train, grabbing the old witch and holding her firmly in place while Axel leads Delphnie inside to try the spell on her again.I rush right past all of them, looking for Reeva. I find a strange, brightly decorated room with bars on the windows. This has to be where Reeva was being kept. I have to smile when I see the massive hole she put in the door. That must have been that moment she came back to us.This time, I’m not fucking leaving this house again without her in my arms. But I have to convince her that that’s what she wants first.I