Not everyone has a mate, and this is the reality of Alek Kuznetsov.
On his eighteenth birthday instead of feeling the pull and yearning for a mate, Alek's spirit felt dead. Confusion and depression drove him out of his Siberian wolf clan to seek so...
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AHOTE
"I—" she started, but paused, nibbling her lower lip before sighing and shrugging her shoulders. "I don't know where to start," she muttered, looking away from me before staring down at the kitchen island as she licked her lips.
"There's so much to say—"
"Just pretend like you're talking to a mirror," I butt in, making her chuckle before shaking her head.
"Alright," she said, turning to look at me with a small smile.
"My face is the mirror?" I asked, and she laughed again, kicking my feet from under the kitchen island as she shrugged her shoulders. I smiled a bit too, mirroring her somewhat tired yet enthusiastic look. She seemed nervous yet happy, and I hopped whatever news she had to share with me was good.
"I'm pregnant," she said, making my smile weaken and grown into a thin line. My expression was blank as I stared at her, and I didn't say anything because I wasn't sure what there was to say. Was this a good or bad thing? I wasn't sure. That was Kaya's call.
"Zeke...?" I asked in a hesitant tone after a while of the kitchen remaining silent. She nodded her head, and I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck. "For how long...?" I asked, still toeing the line. I wanted to ask when, where and how, but I wasn't sure how much interrogation was okay, and I was trying not to upset Kaya.
"About three months now I think," she muttered, playing with her fingers. "At first I wasn't thinking of having it. I was going to get rid of it without telling anybody, not even Zeke," she muttered, playing with the baby hairs on her hairline. "But I kept pushing it back until it was too late to do anything about it. I guess on a subconscious level I did want to be a mother," she went on. Her hands were shaking, and she tried to mask that by lacing her fingers together.
"Zeke knows now," she said, answering the question I had wanted to ask next. "And, I convinced him to try and ask the elders to stay here with us," she said, making my eyes go wide. That was the meat of the issue, not being pregnant. No one would fault you for having a child with your mate but trying to bring in a rogue was a whole different ball game.
