Alena Love Belly Novels & Stories

My lover, for a short time. She also served as the messenger of the Council of Alphas, which I was sure she was here on behalf of. “Rael Allston." She spoke in a velvety tone, quirking her eyebrow. “You don't appear pleased to see me." I huffed out loud. “Your presence has never been a good sign for me.”

Celus straightened up in his seat and cleared his throat. "I will have my warriors search for a scent that is out of the ordinary and I can let you know." There was a knock at the door before Carl and a young woman entered the room. Celus immediately recognized her. "Thank you, Carl. Salen, come take a seat by me." The beauty bowed her head and took the empty chair to the left of Darron. Her scent invaded his senses making it nearly impossible for him to focus. "Alpha Celus, this is my mate and future Luna, Salen." Celus held back a growl.

It seemed that I was late, but the breakfast plates were still on the table, so I sat alone. I heard footsteps and turned towards them. It was Elon, "Excuse me, Luna, I wanted to tell you that the Alpha was a little busy," he said. Although I am not yet accustomed to these names, someone calling me Luna gave me a good sense of responsibility, but I still think that Alexei looked at me as the daughter of his enemy and it was clear that he was suffering from a conflict inside him about showing his feelings towards me, sometimes he punished me Prison as his enemy and sometimes he treats me with kindness and love as a companion.

Isabella's POV Alan looked better now than the last few weeks. He's lost so much weight, but the life in his eyes is now back. Seeing him smile as I brought him his favorite fruit touched my heart. “Are you getting married, Belly?” Alan teased, glancing at Matteo, sitting on the couch. I smiled and looked at Matteo. He was talking to Miss Joanna. I bet she's thanking him for saving the orphanage. “You look in love, Belly…” Alan commented.

"Bella, I'm sorry, I must take the kids home. We'll see you later." Bella nodded with a smile, then looked at Amanda's twins. "You must be Alan and Alana?" Bella smiled as she stroked the two children's cheeks. "Pray for Uncle Baron. I hope Uncle recovers quickly." "Yes, Auntie," replied Alan, "I will always pray for Uncle Baron." Alana walked over to Bella. "Auntie, can I touch your stomach?" "Of course, darling." Bella took Alana's hand and placed it on her bulging stomach.

She smiled and smacked his head, saying "you should follow all of my orders that I give you until I give birth to my child?! can you do that!" "Of course, I am going to do anything you wanted until you give birth to our child!" Allen said with a smile, trying to touch her belly, but stopped when Anna pinched his cheek so hard and said "and now, call your precious friend Allina and put her on the phone", He looks at Anna in shock, but her one look is enough for him to nodd his head and call her.

I said as I ran my fingers over her cheeks to dry her tears. I knew Belly was deeply in love with me and that any show of affection on my part would calm her down. After all, Belly was the most manipulative girl I had ever met. “I love you, Daniel. Do you still love me?” she asked, looking at me with eyes now filled with hopeful sparkle. “Of course I love you, Belly,” I said, uttering the biggest lie of my life without feeling guilty. She lifted her lips into a smile and hugged me tightly. “I knew it! My love, we'll be very happy when you give me the title of moon. When will the ceremony be?” she asked me.

She giggled and hugged me. "Yes, now we can officially make Lance our slave and make him cook for us," I added. "Of course, that goes without saying," she replied. "Hello there, little guy," I crouched until my face was on her stomach. Alena was almost nine months pregnant now. We would be meeting the baby soon.

"We missed you bigtime, Bubu bear." "Missed you, too, Mom," Ira planted a kiss on his mother's cheek. "You don't have to call me Bubu bear for Pete's sake." Chloe caught a glimpse of his awkward smile which she found utterly ludicrous. Helena pulled away from their hug and giddily pinched both of his prominent sexy cheeks. She could tell Ira got his undeniable good looks from his mestiza Filipina mom while the authoritative manner was from his half-Turkish, half-Italian father. Such a great combination of DNA, she ought to herself. Not too long they were all settled in the spacious lounge area where a middle-aged woman showed up to serve assorted refreshments and tarts. It was as if Chloe's