Rejected and Pregnant I Fled The Pack
She guided me toward the living room, settling us both onto the couch, her attention fully focused despite whatever else she'd presumably been doing before I'd interrupted her afternoon.
"Tell me," she said gently, and something in her steady, patient presence finally allowed the words to actually spill out.
"I found my mate," I said, watching her expression shift immediately to surprised, hopeful attention. "Nadia. She's here with one of the visiting delegations, part of the trade negotiations."
"That's wonderful," she started, though I shook my head quickly, cutting off whatever genuine excitement she'd begun to express.
"She knows about me," I said, my voice tight with genuine distress. "