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Chapter Two of My eBook: My Alpha Mate Got Me Pregnant And He Loves It

My Alpha Mate Got Me Pregnant And He Loves It, the eBook is launching on the 14th of June. I will share the exact time of the launch in Chapter Four. For the first week, you will get the completed fully edited and revised eBook version just under 300 pages and the old version just as I wrote it in 2012 for only 4.99 (euros and excluding taxes). Normal price is 5.49 (euros and excluding taxes). The only payment option is PayPal. This chapter as you’re about to see has undergone 95% of the editing process. There is a real possibility that some grammar or spelling mistakes are still remaining. I’m sorry about that. As I’m editing this myself, some mistakes will fall through the cracks. If you see a mistake, please help a girl out and point it out for me. With that being said, I still plan to read through the entire book as a hole at least twice before I put the final product together.

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Chapter Two

My announcement to suddenly cave in to peer pressure and finally meet the standard of society seemed to make the boys chuckle. How rude.

“Now this is something I have to see!” Luke sneered jokingly, and I mockingly punched him in his shoulder with all of my strength. I guess the unicorn has left the building.

“We can help!” Simon cheered, and I shook my head. I doubt their help would be very well…helpful. Funny enough, my boys love the shopping mall. They can pick up new girls, and the gaming center is out of the world. I should give them the benefit of the doubt, though. Maybe they’re excited to finally play dress up with their tomboy friend with no fashion sense. One glance at Luke, who seemed to be engrossed at the girl who was stretching, answered my question. My new wardrobe was the last thing on their mind. I could practically see Luke undress the yoga girl.

“I will go with her. Alone.” Damon snapped, and I frowned. Another mood swing, and they complain every time I get my period? Bitch, please. The boys fell silent as tension grew. Damon has been a nightmare to be around these last few weeks. He would go from one of the boys to peeing a possessive ring around me. The man was on edge, to say the least. Gareth glanced my way. His concern etched on his face. I shook my head, and the boys nodded. No one is going to argue and fight the Alpha to be on this one. The twins then broke the deathly silence with an attempt of a joke. Their effort was in vain as Damon still clung onto me possessively. Luke shot me a look. ‘Will you be okay?’ He mouthed. I simply nodded and shot him my best reassuring smile. Now is not the time to get emotional, Angie. Damon moods could give anyone whiplash. Don’t allow his possessive actions to fool you. Tomorrow he might find his mate and then it’s goodbye best friend. His life is going to change forever tomorrow, and you’re going to be pushed to the sidelines. You can’t control everything. I paused at my train of thought. What do I even want from him? Do I want to be Damon’s mate? Or do I just want our friendship to stay as it is now? I liked the idea of having a mate, and I love Damon, but the two just doesn’t connect? I’m not in a rush to meet my mate and start a family. I have way too many problems…too much baggage. I’m one wrong comment away from a mental breakdown. On the other side, Damon is my best friend. He has been with me through the bad, the worse, and the truly traumatic lows. He has been there for me every single step of the way. He is my rock, but I’ve never for one second romantically saw us as an item. Damon is Damon, you know? Damon can’t be my mate. Also, Damon’s mate is going to be the female Alpha. That is a lot of pressure, and I don’t exactly shine under pressure. She is also in the spotlight twenty for seven, and I feel like throwing up when I’m the center of attention. Plus, how can I be a great role model or take care of the kids? I’m not a gentle person. I’m not the person little kids or lost soul gravitate too for advice. It’s just not me. I’m just a girl trying to keep her head down, so she doesn’t lose it and end up at some physic ward. I stopped myself. Don’t go down this rabbit hole, Angie. It’s not pretty on the other side.

“You don’t have to come. Elena will probably want to help me choose a dress for tomorrow. You probably have a lot to do anyway.” Damon showed no reaction to my response, which I took as my answer. What Damon wants. Damon gets. Tomorrow can’t come soon enough.

As Damon’s closest friends, we suffered a great deal under his constant mood swings, but we understood. Or at least tried too. We will be in his shoes soon enough with Luke’s birthday in only three weeks, followed by Gareth’s birthday one month after that. It is safe to say that this year was going to be a little tense with all the raging hormones and wolves on the hunt. The twins, or the babies as Damon liked to refer them as birthday is a week before mine. Damon loves that he is the oldest in our group. It’s the Alpha wolf inside of him. A whistle cut through the air and in unison the entire class groaned. One quick look at the whiteboard set up had everyone wishing that a meteor would come crashing down onto earth and kill us all, anything to get out of this practical lesson. They are incredibly awkward and uncomfortable, and no one enjoys them. Occasionally when the sex topic comes up, the boys would lighten up but other than that, they loathe the study of every single muscle and its function. I don’t mind. It’s interesting, I guess. I try to stay on the positive side and lift the spirits in the group in these dire times, but practical lessons with Mr. Kane Junior is where positivity goes to die. Mr. Kane Junior is just as atrocious as his father. It also doesn’t help that he is a replacement for the sweetest man on earth who in on maternity leave. Mr. Scott and his partner have just adopted a baby, and although we were over the moon for the gay couple. We needed Mr. Scott to come back. Now.

“Today we’re going to learn about your leg muscles. It’s going to be an interesting one so sit back and enjoy. The majority of muscles in the leg are considered long muscles, in that they stretch great distances. As these muscles contract and relax, they move skeletal bones to create a movement of the body. Smaller muscles help the larger muscles, stabilize joints, help rotate joints, and facilitate other fine-tuned movements. The largest muscle-” I did not enjoy. I repeat. I did not enjoy. Forty-Five minutes inched by at the slowest pace humanly possible. Kenneth, Mr. Kane Junior victim, I mean model, for the day, was two seconds away from dying of embarrassment. Junior loved to get in real deep and not just tell you about these muscles but show you by having some sod do some crazy and bizarre movements at the front of the class. Junior also picked boys nine out of ten times, and no teenager boy in this world likes to be touched every two seconds by a gross teacher. While Junior always seemed to find an excuse to touch a minor, his cold and draining voice could bore anyone to sleep. It was conflicting emotions. On the one hand, you want to laugh at the victim of the day, but on the other hand, you can barely keep your eyes open. Sleep always seems to win as Simon was knocked out within the first three minutes. Junior didn’t like that one bit. Although Junior doesn’t like anyone or anything. He paused his lesson and woke Simon up with a grunt who as punishment had to run laps. Something that couldn’t really be considered a punishment to a young wolf. Simon predictably loved the punishment, and soon more than a few students caught on, and in a matter of minutes, half of the class was running laps. This only angered Junior more, and the wicked man came up with the perfect punishment. Simon replaced Kenneth, and the pure look of torture on his face was enough to keep the entire class awake. It was nearly impossible to contain your laughter, especially with Samuel laughing at his twin, which made Simon laugh only for it to get shut down by a filthy glare from Junior. It’s the best thing anyone could ask for. It was a sight to behold. Some even went as far as to record the moment. Simon’s ridiculous laugh just had that effect on people. The bell eventually rang, and the students practically fell over each other to escape Junior. Absolutely zero education was done in those 45 minutes. Junior stomped back to whatever hell he crawled out from and finally freed Simon. Simon being the overdramatic drama queen he is dropped to the floor and put on a show.

“Oh, praise the Moon Goddess for we have survived this torture.” He praised the sky with a wail like a cry. I laughed and shook my head as Samuel dropped to his side and played into his act. Dorks.

I split up with the boys so I could pick some stuff up at my locker with the promise to meet Damon at the parking lot. My locker was on the other side of the universe while the boys all had theirs in a neat little row on the way out. Lucky bastards. By the time I got to my locker, changed my books, and got everything I needed, the halls were empty. I met Damon at the entrance and smiled. He didn’t notice me immediately, too distracted on his phone to notice my arrival, and I took a moment to admire my best friend. Damon is an attractive guy, like Greek God attractive. His entire outer appearance is perfection. His muscles are well developed and in perfect harmony. His face is, you guessed it, perfection. With a strong jaw, plump lips, slightly crooked nose and boy those dimples. His dimples have made many strong girls weak. And who could forget those electric green eyes that seemed to see into the very depth of your soul? My favorite part of his entire face, dimples aside, is the litter of freckles on his nose. His blond, curly to the point of wild, hair seemed to sparkle in the sun. He is one attractive guy, but his appearance aside, he is the kindest person I know. He has such a gentle soul. He is incredibly positive, to the point where it’s almost fake. He treats everyone the same. He doesn’t think he is the best thing on this earth since sliced bread just because he was born with Alpha blood. He worked for the respect of his pack members. Although he is kind and caring, he is honest and stern when needed. He tells you as it is. No bullshit. If you make a mistake, not only will he point the mistake out, he will help you to make it right. He is overall a great guy, and any girl would be happy to be his mate. Damon turned suddenly and flashed his signature heart-warming smile that could stop anyone in their tracks. That heavy pit in my stomach pressed against my lungs, and I struggled to catch my breath. I’m going to miss him so much. We both know that things were going to change. Damon won’t have time to fool around and watch series all day with his friends once he becomes the Alpha. He will have responsibilities and hundreds of wolves to lead. His entire world will change. And then his mate will come along. His childhood best friend will turn into an old friend you see every few months. He will probably stop if he sees you, make idle chitchat before duties would steal him away. I sighed suddenly less than excited for tomorrow.

“Are you ready?” No. Don’t leave me. You’re the only family I have left. You’re my everything.

“Yes.” I lied. Well, I’m ready to go to the mall and see if the term: ‘shop till you drop’ is real, but letting my best friend go? Now that’s an entirely different thing.

“What’s wrong?” Of course, he would know if something is bothering me. He always knows. He knows me better than anyone in the entire world. I sniffed fighting against the urge to surrender and cry like the day I was born. I can’t cry now. I need to be strong. If I give in now, I will collapse into pieces, and Damon can’t glue me back together anymore. There is nothing else I can do, right?

“It’s nothing…” The lie left a bitter taste on my tongue. My heart ached at the thought of losing the only person that has kept me together as a whole my entire life. I can’t do this. I have to. I have no choice but to let him go. What other choice do I have? Runaway before he even finds his mate? Can I even do that?

“It’s definitely something.” Damon stepped in front of me and lifted my face so he could meet my eyes. Oh god. I can’t do this.

“Is it because of what Scott said?” I nodded, clinging to the valid excuse as if it was my lifeline.

“Don’t take what he said seriously, okay?” Damon whispered sweetly, and I nodded in response. Push your feelings aside and enjoy the last few hours you have with your best friend. It should be easy enough. You do it all the time.

“I won’t. I just want to prove him wrong.” The lie rolled off my tongue in one smooth fashion. It was easier probably because a part of me wanted to prove him wrong. I know I shouldn’t want to, but I can’t help it. I just want to feel wanted. I can’t be alone again.

“You’re beautiful. You don’t need to change anything about yourself. Your mate will love you no matter what clothes you wear. Remember that.” The word mate was like a punch in the gut, but I ignored it and concentrated on the warm, positive feelings that admitted from my stomach when Damon called me beautiful.

“Let’s go! I want to see you in a dress.” Damon teased, breaking the tense silence. I laughed and followed him to his car.

“Over my dead body!”

The car ride was eventful as it always seemed to be when Damon was behind the wheel. No man was without his flaws, and Damon’s biggest flaw came to his driving. The man had a furious case of road rage and drove like an absolute maniac. You can’t climb into his car without praying to the Mood Goddess and double checking if your will was in order. It was that bad. I screamed and closed my eyes when Damon narrowly missed clipping a motorcycle.

“Damon you’re going to kill someone one day.” As always Damon brushed my words aside, and I swallowed my anger. We can’t have this fight again. Miraculously our car rolled to the stop in the parking lot at the mall and I over dramatically dropped to the pavement and praised the Moon Goddess to have survived the drive. Simon would be proud. Damon ignored my little show and pulled me towards the shops.

“You’re hilarious.” Damon sneered with a good old eye roll.

“It’s all shits and giggles until someone gets hurt.” Damon shot me a glare, and I shrugged. It’s true.

“Yeah, yeah. I heard you the first time.” I sighed and surrendered. I love the man to death, but sometimes the boy can drive me insane.

“Come on, let’s go find me something to wear!” Damon smiled and wiggled his eyebrows. Did someone say subtle topic change? I would never.

“We will find you the perfect dress!” I rolled my eyes and reluctantly caved.

“Fine! But nothing slutty or I will kill you.”


No blood was shed. I wish I could say the same about tears, but I cried. Damon only had to flutter his eyelashes, widen his eyes and pout. That’s all it took. I tried dress after dress. Some modest and some less than modest. I tried to force a glare at my reflection, but I just couldn’t do it. The white dress Damon picked for me was perfect. It’s my dress. It molded to my body like pure perfection. It looks amazing! I could practically feel my self-esteem go up a few notches. What girl doesn’t feel pretty in a dress that’s practically made for her? It’s elegant, and I love every single bit of it. The soft silky material covered my entire chest, fitting my form and outlining my natural curves in a sexy but classy way. It followed down the curve of my waist before flaring out in a puffy knee length skirt. Soft flowery lace danced across the dress as it seemed to sparkle under the lights. It wasn’t in your face sparkles either. Everything about this dress was just simple elegance. It takes my breath away.

“Are you alive in there?” Damon knocked on the dressing room door, and with a shy little giggle, I opened the door and did a little twirl for him to see, no experience the dress in all its glory. His reaction was priceless. His eyes widened, and his jaw dropped. My self-esteem skyrocketed as I watched my best friend completely lost for words. The only thing he could do is blink in response.

“Y-You look beautiful.” Damon coughed, as an unreadable emotion, crossed his eyes. I blushed and broke eye contact. For the first time, I truly felt beautiful.

“Thank you.” I whispered while staring at my feet. Damon stepped forward and lifted my chin. The same intense look sparkled in his eyes, and my breath stalled. He took a step forward until there were only inches apart. My heart skipped a beat and practically stopped altogether when he pulled my body closer. Wait. What is happening? He leaned down, and my eyesight turned blurry. What is he doing? Oh god, is he going to kiss me?

“Run away with me, Angel.” Damon whispered, and I stared at him blankly. What? Before I could even string a sentence together in my head, Damon laughed and moved away. What just happened?

“I’m just kidding.” Why do I get a feeling that is a big fat lie? I didn’t respond. It wasn’t physically possible for me to respond. He fried my brain.

“Let’s find a smoking hot outfit for tomorrow!” I numbly nodded in response. My voice stuck in my throat. Damon turned around and returned his attention to browsing the shelves for an outfit.

“What’s wrong with the dress I’m wearing now?” Damon paused and glanced over his shoulder. I smiled and twirled once more.

“Fine but we’re still going to get some normal clothes.”

In the end, we purchased a few pair of high waisted skinny jeans and over the top girly shirts that I would probably never wear. What is wrong with my graphic tees? My personal favorite is the cat wearing glasses showing you the finger shirt. Elena found the shirt incredibly offensive, but I pointed out the fact that the rainbow the cat was sitting on made it okay. I added a pair of white pumps to the mix, which was already a big step up from my usual converse. Damon tried and failed to get me into a pair of heels, but he did manage to convince me that some accessories will pull off the look together. I bit my lip unsure of the entire new look. The jeans fit my shape better. Skinny jeans don’t hide anything, but the girly tops are a bit outside of my comfort zone. Damon’s personal favorite being a low-cut blue princess top. It’s certainly pretty, but the overall elegant look doesn’t scream school. I will stand out like a sore thumb in this outfit. Damon, however, promised that a lot of girls wear this type of design and I won’t stand out too much. I finally agreed that maybe I should at least wear it once and then decide how I feel about it. Even it showed a bit more skin and curves than what I’m used to. I wonder if my gender would be clear now that my boobs are practically in their face? Although if you ask me, graphic tees don’t hide the fact that I’m a girl. I don’t understand people. We ordered our usual ice creams before wrapping up our first shopping trip. It wasn’t as bad as I imagined it would be. I found the prettiest dress ever, and Elena will be over the moon that I caved and decided to dress up for Damon’s mating ball or whatever you call it. Aside from the dress, I had a new style of jeans to replace my baggy style and ten girly tops that I will never wear. I sighed, feeling drained at just the thought of tomorrow night. A part of me desperately tried to convince the emotional side of me that I’m being overdramatic. My life isn’t ending tomorrow. I’m not losing my best friend completely. I’m still going to see him some times. Nothing that will happen tomorrow will change our memories together. Damon is always going to be my family. I need to push this heavy ache in my heart to the side and be happy for my friend. He has trained and studied for this day his entire life. Damon whistled at a passing girl, and I rolled my eyes. I headed towards the car, shot the Moon Goddess a little prayer before I hopped in.

We drove home in silence, and I bit my lip. Damon was also driving on the careful side, too lost in his thoughts to drive like a maniac. My thoughts wandered back to Damon’s suggestion. Was he serious? I turned in my seat and just examined my best friend. I will be perfectly honest, running away with him doesn’t sound terrible, but he has responsibilities. He is the Alpha’s son for heaven sake. He will be Alpha at midnight tomorrow. He can’t just get up and leave. I have nothing keeping me here. The thought echoed inside my head. I have nothing keeping me here. I don’t know if I can survive losing my best friend and still see him every day like nothing has changed when everything has. Can I be constantly reminded of the friendship that I lost and still come out okay on the other side? The answer is no. Don’t get me wrong. I want happiness for Damon, but…I don’t know. I don’t know why I feel like my heart is breaking at the thought of Damon with someone else. He is my best friend. I love him with everything inside of me, but I don’t love him romantically. Right? I groaned and rubbed my temples. The world isn’t going to end just because my best friend might meet his mate tomorrow. I’m being ridiculous. For all I know, Damon will take years to find his mate. The possibility that your mate is in your pack is little to none. The odds are in my favor here. I chuckled at my own thought. Damon glanced at me and simply shook his head before returning his attention to the road. I ignored the fact that he just shook his head and made the little crazy finger swirl. He is just jealous. Don’t ask me about what though. I frowned when Damon ignored the turn for the pack house and continued along the road.

“Where are we going?” I questioned, although I really should know by now. When things get bad, and one of us needs a cheer me up, we always make a stop at our spot. Obviously, we’re heading for the cliff. You know the cliff at the seafront that is always featured in supernatural movies. It’s in the manual. You can’t be a supernatural creature without having a cliff coming from the mountains facing the sea. Damon must have sensed that I’ve already answered my own question because he didn’t say anything. What is wrong with him today? He is confusing. I twirled my fingers in my lap. What should I do? It feels different. Our friendship already feels different. This thought only made me feel more anxious for the big day tomorrow night. If its tense between us before he meets her, what is it going to be like once they’re mated? We definitely won’t have the sleepovers anymore, but I guess it was bound to happen. Everyone grows up and move onto different stages of their lives. What did I expect? That we’re going to have a sleepover and watch series all night while our mates sit home with the kids? I don’t understand myself.

“Can I put some music on?” I didn’t wait for his reply. We both need a distraction from our thoughts. I turned on the radio and played around until I found our usual radio station. Immediately music filled the car and filled the silence with a sweet melody. The soft sounds of the tune perked my interested.

“Hello, it’s me.” No one on this godforsaken earth can allow this song to pass them by without singing along with their entire soul on display. It’s simply not possible. “I was wondering if after all these years you’d like to meet, to go over everything…” I sang, wearing my heart on my sleeve. Adele just had that power over people.

   “There’s such a difference between us and a million miles…” Damon joined, and I practically swooned. Not so much over his voice, the boy is tone deaf but the fact that he joined in on the fun even if it ruins his manly ego.

   “HELLO FROM THE OTHER SIDE…” Okay. We got too excited, I will admit to that much, but that didn’t stop us. Oh no. Our performance could be described as otherworldly.

“I must’ve called a thousand times to tell you, I’m sorry…” I paused and allowed Damon to take the ‘stage.’ “…for everything that I’ve but when I call you never seem to be home…” We made eye contact. “HELLO FROM THE OTHER SIDE, AT LEAST I CAN SAY THAT I’VE TRIED, TO TELL YOU, I’M SORRY FOR BREAKING YOUR HEART…” I burst out laughing, but Damon continued. “…but it don’t matter…” He dramatically rubbed his eyes for effect. “…it clearly doesn’t tear you apart anymore.” We allowed Adele to sing the rest of her song as we gasped for breath between fits of laughter. It was a miracle that we didn’t die between our performance. Damon sure as hell wasn’t paying attention to the road. I stepped out of the car and overlooked the cliff. The waves crashed against the rocks and sprayed seawater into the sky above. I took a deep breath and smiled. Damon took my hand, and together, we walked on the woody path to our spot. Our spot was a big rock that proudly stood in the middle of a clearing. I called it the cliff when we were little because it was massive for my little body, and if I fell off, I was bound to break something. It happened one day, though. I fell off. Damon had a miniature heart attack and cried with me. We were six years old. He climbed on first and then pulled me up like he always did. I smiled before sitting down, cross-legged on the edge. Damon joined me. Silence surrounded us, but it wasn’t anything strange. The magical part of our spot is the sounds of nature that surrounds you. I sighed with a deep smile on my face. Moments like these, I truly cherish. I’m going to miss this.

“Angela…” Damon paused, and I frowned at the dip of emotion that his voice carried. Alarm bells blared through my skull. He never uses my full name. Our eyes met, and I paused. The same intense indescribable emotion flashed in his eyes. Just like before, my breath lodged itself in my throat, and my heartbeat soared.

“I’m scared.” Damon admitted after a moment of silence. I nodded for him to continue. He took my hands and brought them to his mouth. He broke eye contact.

“I’m scared too…” I trailed off. Be calm, my heart.

“Nothing is going to be the same after tomorrow…” Oh, I know. Believe me. I know. “I’m becoming a wolf tomorrow. I will be Alpha tomorrow.” I didn’t say anything. “Heck I might even find my mate tomorrow!” He dropped my hands and pulled at his hair. A clear sign that he was frustrated.

“Stop doing that. You will go bald.” I pulled his hands away, and his lips twitched into a small smile. I held his hands, and our eyes met once again. Has Damon’s eyes always looked this electric?

“We will be okay…” Come on, Angie. You should believe your own words.

“Our friendship will change…” Damon trailed off. I stayed silent. Sure, we probably won’t see each other so much once he is Alpha and mated, but it won’t be that bad. We will still go to school with each other. We will still have our weekly movie nights. We will still come to this very rock every now and again to talk. It will be okay. We are overacting, right? There is, of course, a big possibility that his mate won’t be so happy about our close friendship.

“We will make do. We have to Damon.” I could feel tears well up in my eyes, and I sniffed. I need to put on my big girl panties and just allow what has to happen, to happen. Who am I kidding? I’m not going to run away once Damon finds his mate…right?

“I love you, Angela.” Damon smiled, and I swear my heart completely skipped not one but two beats. It was one of those sparkling smiles that makes your entire face light up and its truly heart-warming to witness.

“I love you too.” I returned his smile and squeezed his hand. We will be okay. How bad can it be?

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