When You Were My Mate (Demetra and Emris) novel Chapter 3

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Demetra.

A moment later, he’s driving us smoothly away from the pack house, and I melt into the leather chair.

“Where?”

“Huh?”

Emris hisses. “Where are you going? Don’t piss me off, Demetra.”

“The, um… to the store.”

“What could you possibly want from the store that you cannot get at the pack house!?”

“Some hygiene products.” I squeakily lie. “And a new bra.”

When we get to the shopping mall, his phone rings. Thank god, a distraction. He throws a black credit card at me without even looking, and I take it. I only accept because refusing would be a whole thing and I need him to be distracted.

I go straight to the pharmacy section. My hands are literally shaking as I grab the test. I pay with my own cash and buy two, just to be sure. I also snag a random, overpriced bra I don’t need as my decoy.

I lock myself in a bathroom stall and after ten minutes, my eyes instantly water when both tests show the result. Two pink lines. Two. I stare at myself in the mirror over the sink, looking again and again and again, as if my reflection will have a different answer.

I’m pregnant.

I’m pregnant with Emris’s child.

I wipe the tears away, only for more to fall. It’s positive. Both tests are undeniably, life-falteringly positive. I stumble out of the stall and mumble an apology to the annoyed women waiting in line.

I rush to the counter to pay for the bra, hastily wiping my cheeks and glancing out the mall to see if Emris is still in the car. My hands are shaking so badly I fumble the card, dropping it twice. As I turn from the counter, I bump hard into an older man and it sends my shopping bag and Emris’s black credit card to the floor.

“I’m so sorry!” I get to my knees to gather my things.

The man bends down too and picks up the card. “Here you go—”

“Thanks. I am so sorry, sir!” I repeat until he doesn’t let go. I look up and see him staring at me with an expression of shock, so intense that the card in his hand actually trembles.

“Sir…?” I try to pull it back.

“What is your name?” he asks. “You look familiar. What pack are you from?”

“Sir, please. I’m in a hurry.” I finally manage to tug the card from his fingers but the encounter is far from over.

“Alpha?”

I look up to see a guy who must be a million inches tall, built like a valley, standing behind the older man. Did he just call him… Alpha?

The older man ignores his guard or is it his Beta to continue staring at me.

“You have white hair. You….you have white hair.”

Why’s he looking at me like he’s seen a ghost. Yes, I have white hair and so? My mind is reeling from the pregnancy tests, and now this? Will Emris accept the pregnancy? Will Emris be happy when I tell him? Will Luna Derisha kill me when she finds out I’ve been sleeping with her son? The future heir of the pack.

The Beta speaks. “Alpha, you don’t think she is—”

“Please, have my business card.” The older man presses an embossed card into my hand but I don’t take it.

“Sir, I don’t understand what you are saying or doing—”

“I am searching for my daughter. She has white hair, just like…”

“I am not your daughter!”

A father is the last thing I have or need on this earth.

“Dad?” Another young man, handsome and well-dressed, walks up, addressing the older man. The moment his eyes land on me, his jaw goes slack.

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