Alle Kapitel von The Rejected Omega's Bastard Heir: Kapitel 71 – Kapitel 80

Bradley stared out the window of the guest room he was in at the New Moon's Pack. He already visited the Greystone Pack a few days ago. So far, it seemed as though these packs would make good allies in the case of trouble. It was fortunate that he didn't postpone his visits as he had wanted to. Sam's eyes bugged when he suggested putting them off for at least another six months. Was that too unreasonable? I mean, all he wanted to do was ensure that his mate was safe, marked, and the pup was born. Oh, and could at least sit up for himself. Bradley thought, "Wait until you get a mate, Sam and then you'll see just how ridiculous you get."As though his thoughts summoned him, Sam came knocking at his door. He opened it and walked over to his Alpha, who was pouting in the corner like some spoiled brat. Sam just sighed at the sight. Maybe he should snap a photo to show his Luna when they go back. He was sure Bradley would not like her to see this childish side of him. "Alpha, I just checked

Bradley pulled up in front of the main house. A crowd had gathered, everyone glad to have him return. Sam had already sent a brief update, so they knew how successful the visits had been. Sam stepped out first and, after a glance around, opened Bradley's door. He was soon assaulted by a group of pups, happy to see him. Bradley laughed and bent to scoop two of them up, one in each arm. He listened to them chatter about all they'd been up to in his absence. He tried to keep up, but when they mentioned Trishelle, his wolf perked up. He demanded to know where his mate was, and even Bradley wondered. He had sent the dress and made other arrangements, so where was she?At that moment, Trishelle was trying to keep her legs from crumpling under her. She wobbled in the one-inch wedges. Her stomach rolled, and she wished that she'd skipped breakfast. It had only been a few weeks since she'd last seen Bradley, but it might as well have been years. Nervousness and excitement battled for control,

Trishelle awoke as the sun peeping through the curtains gently pulled her from the peaceful darkness. It was the first time in weeks that she did not dream of anything. Groggily sitting up, she stretched. “Ouch,” she mumbled. Raising the sheets, she saw the reason, or should she say reasons, why her body ached. She knew Bradley held back from marking her neck, but he compensated by marking everywhere else. Trishelle blushed as she began counting the marks that she could see. They covered her breast, belly, thighs, and sides. She wouldn’t be surprised if some were on her back.Yawning, she got out of bed and almost fell to the ground. Her squeak of surprise jolted Bradley, and he reached out his hands to her. Pulling her against his chest, he snuggled his face into her neck and began kissing her shoulder. “Where are you running off to, mate?” Bradley’s wolf was clearly ready for round number one hundred and eight, but Trishelle didn’t think her body could handle any more. “I need to us

It’s been two weeks since Bradley’s return. Two weeks that were filled with so many changes for Trishelle. After that first night, she officially moved into Bradley’s room. Well... her stuff was moved into Bradley’s room. The next day, Bradley held a discussion with his entire pack and let everyone know just what was going on. He also stated his plans, and in front of everyone, he knelt on one knee and asked Trishelle to become his mate. Cheers erupted so loudly that he hardly heard her answer, but Trishelle leaping into his arms and giving him the greatest kiss he’s ever had was enough for him.Soon, that meeting turned into the mating ritual planning team, and the couple just left it up to the members. Truth be told, neither of them really cared about the colour or the menu. It was like planning a wedding, but for the couple, just both of them taking their vows was all that they needed. Of course, they gave their input when pushed, and now two weeks later, everything was ready.Tris

Bradley knocked back his umpteenth drink. At times like this, he wished he weren’t a werewolf as the alcohol had no effect on him, even the strong stuff. He poured another drink, but Sam snatched it away. Bradley growled, both he and his wolf. “Give me my drink, or will you take that away like that bastard did my mate?” Sam winced and surrendered the glass. Bradley downed it in one gulp and reached for the bottle only to realise that it was empty. He scanned his office, looking for a bottle that still had. He found one and tipped it over, guzzling the bit of liquid. When it was done, he threw the bottle against the wall. The sound of shattering glass echoed around the room. “Hey, I know you’re out there, get me more.” An Omega peeked around the half-opened door, nodded, and scampered off.Sam was shocked to see his friend like this. It was even more shocking to see his Alpha like this, and it seemed that Bradley didn’t care who saw him. Bradley dropped himself into his chair, resting