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Chapter Three 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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PS: Please excuse the spacing. This is only a problem when sharing it online.




Chapter Three

A knock on my door pulled me away from endless hours of browsing the internet. I have been trying to find a YouTube video that can explain to me how to do my make up since I have no clue what everything is, but all the videos are confusing and difficult. Seriously is contouring really necessary and what is this primer thing? I groaned in frustration when the beauty guru skipped explaining all together and moved onto the next step. Why am I even giving make up the time of my day? I have been all natural my entire life. Why do I need to try to cake my face? Sometimes I don’t understand myself.

“Come in.” I said, knowing full well that Damon won’t come in till I respond. I giggled a little at the memory of Damon storming into my room while I was in the middle of getting dressed. He blushed a deeper shade of red than I did and that’s saying something. He had tried to make a run for it, but with his eyes closed, he guessed the location of the door wrong and life did the rest. He walked away with a bloody nose and flushed face. After I crawled out of my little hole of embarrassment, I couldn’t stop laughing at him. Now that is a fond memory. Damon walked into my room and made himself comfortable on my bed. I rolled my eyes and went back to searching for a beauty guru that would actually explain the steps on YouTube.

“What are you doing?” Damon asked after a minute of silence, and after I sighed about twenty times.

“I’m trying to find a tutorial that can teach me how to apply makeup, but it’s hard, and I don’t understand what they mean. Apparently, you need to blend in your eyeshadow. It took me a good ten minutes to figure out what that even meant!” Damon laughed and poked my puffed-out cheeks. So helpful.

“Why don’t you just ask my mom to do your make up? You know she will love to help you.” Why didn’t I think about that? Say no more, I exited the application and without words grabbed my laptop. I clicked on the folder named Series and clicked on the episode we left off last night. Damon laid back into my bed, set the laptop at the usual place, and opened his arms. I crawled into his embrace like usual and wiggled under the blankets. Damon chuckled before leaning over me to press play.

“Previously on MasterChef Australia…” Damon and I have a problem. I discovered MasterChef by mistake one day and immediately got hooked. I naturally pulled my best friend in, and we haven’t stopped watching since. We are currently on season 5. Please note that I discovered MasterChef three weeks ago. The good thing is that we acknowledge our problem.


I woke up with Damon snoring into my ears and holding me so tight in his arms that moving is out of the question. I fell asleep halfway through the elimination challenge, and Damon must have put the laptop away before climbing back in bed. I smiled as I studied my best friend. Although I would much rather prefer not waking up with a drool stain on my shirt, I wouldn’t trade this moment for the world. It might be our last time. I forced the negative thoughts aside before it could be followed by more and ruin the moment and pressed my finger into Damon’s side. I poked his ribs, and he simply frowned in his sleep. I poked him again, okay I punched him. Softly. Damon made a weird sound in his throat before groaning and opening his eyes with a pout.

“Why did you do that for?” His morning voice is honestly…it just does something to your insides.

“Let go of me! I need to pee!” Too much information doesn’t exist between us. Damon smirked and tickled my sides till tears were running down my cheeks, and I was desperately trying to control my bladder and not pee on myself and him. We have shared a lot of awkward moments in the past, but I don’t think we can bounce back from that.

“I need to go!” I moaned almost in pain, and finally, Damon let me go. I jumped up and ran to my bathroom like a bat out of hell.

“Hurry up! We have to leave for school in thirty minutes!” Damon called after me. Great, that means I have two minutes to get dressed if I still want breakfast. Easy. It’s not like I’m trying a new style. No worries. I practically moaned from pure satisfaction when I finally relieved myself.

“That good?” Damon called from the bedroom.

“Go away!” You don’t get any privacy with the man. It’s a miracle he didn’t push himself into the bathroom and brushed his teeth while I sat on the toilet. It’s a boundary we haven’t cross just yet. I flushed the toilet, washed my hands before jumping into action. I called for the Superwoman inside of me and allowed her to take over my body. I could only sit back and watch her brush my teeth, wash my face, apply my face creams, tie up my hair before rushing back into my now empty bedroom and wiggling into our new pair of dark washed jeans. She then proceeded to wrestle into our bra before reluctantly pulling on the lowcut princess top. Once completely dressed, with our shoes and school bag in hand, we ran downstairs. There we met up with Damon and the boys who were deeply engrossed with their breakfast they couldn’t spare us a glance. They didn’t come up for air for the entirety of breakfast and grabbed another waffle once Elena shooed us away. We all prayed for the Moon Goddess, much to Damon’s annoyance before we climbed into his car. Superwoman Angela left my body as the school building came into view. I glanced down to my skimpy top and swallowed down my growing anxiety. It is safe to say that I’m not entirely comfortable or confident in the new look. It feels out of place and like I’m trying too hard to please someone. I don’t like the feeling one bit. It annoys me. I tugged at my shirt, awkwardly, and glanced at the road. The school building grew in size, and my heart squeezed inside my chest in panic. Here goes nothing. At least Superwoman Angela thought packing a graphic tee would be a good safety blanket. Bless her soul.

“Would you just stop pulling at your shirt already!” Damon growled in frustration. I puffed my cheeks out in a pout. Damon responded with an eye roll and turned his attention back onto the road. I played with the radio just to keep my hands busy. I won’t pull at my shirt. I won’t pull at my shirt. I pulled at the hem of my shirt and frowned. Goddamnit Angie. You didn’t even last two seconds! Pull yourself together! Be fierce. Be strong. Be dangerous. Be…great now I’m seriously giving myself a pet talk. The familiar tune filled the car, and I groaned. Oh no.

“You’re hot, and you’re cold.” Oh no.

“You’re in, and you’re out.” I couldn’t stop a smile from spreading over my face. Who wouldn’t smile if your best friend sings your song? And with such passion. Without a single hint of shame in front of his other guy friends.

You’re up, and you’re down.” I chuckled and poked Damon’s side.

“I would love to see you go up and down in that shirt, Angie.” Luke winked from the backseat and quickly groaned from the pain when Gareth punched him in the shoulder. Damon nodded in approval at his Enforcer to be quick’s response. I shook my head. Some things never change.

The car rolled to a stop at our usual parking space, and the boys dropped out of the car and thanked the Moon Goddess to have survived the drive. Damon glared but was quickly surrounded by fans who congratulated him with his birthday. Once alone, the boys finally wished their friend happy birthday after being in his company for the last thirty minutes. One by one, they pulled him in for a ‘manly’ hug and a pat on the back.

“Happy birthday bro!”

“Happy birthday Alpha!”

“Congratulations on aging!” Aww, Simon. Always the special cookie in the group. Damon paused and turned towards me with open arms. I rolled my eyes and jumped into my best friend’s arms.  I kissed his cheeks and for the heck of it showered his entire face with kisses, and because I’m daring, I even pecked his lips in between my attacks.

“Happy birthday!” I whispered into his ear and suddenly blushed. I can’t believe I just did that. I was basically clinging onto Damon like a monkey. Well, I’m his monkey! Always has been and…well I can’t say I always will be.

“Hey, that’s unfair. I want kisses for my birthday too.” Luke teased with a wink. The boy will flirt with anything with plump breast and a vagina between their legs. Damon’s growl took us all by surprise and broke through our laughter. I tried to pull away, but Damon just shot me a glare before tightening his grip on my waist. He hooked his one arm under my butt for support and started walking towards our school building. I shrugged and turned my attention to the boys.

“How does my outfit look by the way?” I asked with a teasing smile. I ignored the fact that I was blushing and daringly kept eye contact with my friends.

“You look amazing!”

“So hot!” Damon growled once again, and I frowned. What is going on with him today?

“He must be on edge. He’s shifting tonight.” Oh, that reminds me. I felt all of my happiness slip away. Tonight, I might lose my best friend. Great. I can’t wait.

The school day was uneventful really, the only thing different was the fact that my peers’ eyes lingered on me for two seconds longer than what they normally would. One second of that time was because Damon was strangely attached to my side the entire day. The boy didn’t leave me alone. I’m not even kidding. He was basically following me into the bathroom. The other strange thing was that no other female was getting any of his attention. There was none of the usual flirting. I refused to allow my brain to run with any silly dreams and pushed his possessive actions aside. Instead, I focused on my school work and kept my head down. All of the classes went down with a hitch. Nothing eventful happened. I didn’t get my dramatic showdown with pig face, nor did anyone start treating me differently because of how I was dressed. No one really cared to be honest. I guess that is the difference between real life and books. Finally, the last period came to an end, and I almost so much as kissed the ground. My freedom was short-lived because Damon was back at my side as soon as his class ended. Possessive much?

“Do you want to get some pizza at the Arcade before we split up to get ready for the ball tonight?” Luke asked, and a chorus of yes went through our group. I, however, shook my head.

“Sorry boys, I can’t. I need to be an actual girl and get ready with Elena.” They nodded their heads in response, and with a frown, Damon followed me to the car. It was clear he was conflicted, join his mother and me at the spa, and no he wasn’t invited or have fun with his friends. I made the choice for him.

“I want to talk to Elena about blood flow and cramps while we do our nails.” The boys groaned in disgust. Damon pulled a face, and finally, for the first time today, took a step away from me. I blinked, well at least the period thing still works although not always. Sometimes his response is: ‘it’s just blood.’ We have been sharing a bed for many years now and back in our awkward puberty stage when my period first started; I was absolutely horrified to find the both of us covered in blood when we woke up. I full on sobbed and wouldn’t even look at him for days till he just walked straight up to me, looked me in the eyes and said those famous words. It’s not like period blood kills men. It’s completely natural, and I don’t understand why some men act like it’s a disease. Although, that being said, every now and again, it does play in my favor. Like now. The boys immediately started to arrange their outing, and I inched away. Damon met my eyes and smiled. I guess he knows.

“Do you need a ride?” Damon asked once the boys decided they would catch a ride with some of the other guys joining them and then meet up at the Arcade in twenty minutes.

“Elena should pick me up any minute now.” As I said those words, like clockwork or better yet, like one of those scenes from a movie, her car rolled into the parking lot. I smiled and waved at her. She waved in response and came to a stop in front of us. I turned towards Damon.

“I will see you later okay?” I whispered and closed the gap between us. Damon’s arms wrapped around my body, and I rested my head on his chest. This feels amazing. His natural warmth just wraps around you like a blanket and his scent! It’s woodsy, of course. All wolves have a faint scent of nature on them since we basically roll around on leaves every chance we get, and a mixture of sweet and spicy. Sometimes when you stand so close to him, you can smell the faint scent of apples. It’s his aftershave. I love it.

“Can I see you before we get ready?” I swallowed, and my throat collapsed into my stomach. He wants to say goodbye. I nodded in response and pulled away and basically ran to his mother’s car. I could feel his eyes pierce through my back the entire time. Elena smiled once I climbed in, and I quickly shot a small prayer to the Moon Goddess. Damon got his driving habits from a place no one would ever expect it.

When I asked Damon’s mom, who is practically my mom by now, if she would help me with my makeup, she squealed loudly and jumped up and down. It was safe to say she has waited for this moment to arrive ever since I hit my teen years. She immediately went into overdrive and listed brutal beauty procedures I would have to sit through. So, in the end, she called her best friend and arranged a spa date for us. I regret everything. I should have stayed with my natural look or tried to apply mascara myself but no. It was too late to chicken out, and before I knew it, I was pulled in six thousand different directions, and a lot of strangers came into my personal bubble and fussed over something stupid.

“Oh, your eyebrows are so out of whack!” What the hell is whack?

“Do you file and clean your nails before you apply nail polish?” That’s a thing?

“When was the last time you brushed your hair?” Okay, listen here, buddy. I have curly hair. Do you know what happens if I brush my hair when it’s dry? It goes into three thousand different directions and puffs up like a poodle. It’s better just to leave it and let it do whatever it wants to and still look reasonably okay. At the end of the day, they plugged and shaped my eyebrows, did my make up or tried too and ‘styled’ my hair.

Elena convinced me after thirty minutes of begging and a few tears if I would let them do my nails. You would think because I like them painted that this would be an easy task. Elena had to dig deep to convince me that a gel look would fit the event better and last longer. She won me over with the last longer part but not like I would tell her that. She would drag me to weekly manicures and pedicures. I sure as hell won’t escape her next spa trip. Finally, after three brutal hours, I was allowed to go to my room if I promise not to lay down and mess up my hair or did anything to my makeup. I fell onto my bed the second I saw it. I played around on my laptop, hoping that Damon would show up so that we can watch MasterChef. We always watch it together, and I mean always. I haven’t watched an episode by myself since I discovered it and even back then I had to watch it again with Damon. As if I called him, Damon knocked on my door and entered it after I hummed. I would open my mouth, but my jaw is sore. Honestly, I don’t have the energy to talk. My laziness has reached a new level, that’s for sure.

“So how was the spa trip?” Damon asked with a smile on his face. I rolled to my side and showed him the finger. Damon just chuckled in response and closed my bedroom door behind him. I could hear him shuffle about before I felt the bed dip. I sighed before rolling into his arms.

“Tonight is going to be a big night but I feel like there is something I should do before then and I want you to promise me you won’t think about it too much and just accept it.” Damon whispered, and I nodded into his chest. He pulled away, the best he could without falling off the bed. He loves laying on the edge. He lifted my chin and stared into my eyes. I gasped, taken aback with the strong emotion playing in his eyes. Slowly he started to lean in, and once he was only a breath away, he paused. We just stared into each other’s eyes for a few seconds before he gently touched my lips with his. It was a sweet kiss; soft, gentle, and simply heart-warming. It was a goodbye kiss.

“Goodbye, Angel.” I knew what he meant. He knows after he finds his mate, our friendship will change. I sighed and nodded in return. Words suddenly escaped my mind, and before I could give in to the urge to bawl my eyes out, I pulled myself up from the bed and made a beeline for my bathroom. There I just starred at nothing. My mind reeled over the goodbye kiss. I could hear Damon sigh in my bedroom before leaving altogether. I bit my lip, small tears welled in my eyes, and I frowned. I can’t cry now. Come on, Angie, don’t cry. Tears rolled down my cheeks freely, and I choked out a sob. My knees buckled, and I slid down on to the bathroom door. I wrapped my arms around my knees, pressing them into my chest and cried.


I don’t know how long I cried, but I managed to pull myself together when my phone alarm went off. I set it earlier for the time I should start getting ready. I switched into my role of strong best friend and pulled myself up with the help of the sink. I washed my hands and stared at my face. I blinked. Did they use magic on my face? Even though I cried for who knows how long my makeup still stayed intact. The same nude sparkling eye shadow. The same winged eyeliner, apparently, it’s a new trend. The same small blush on my cheekbones. The only thing different is that my lip makeup is gone, I think they call it lipstick and of course my eyes showed my dried-up tears. I made my way to my bedroom and pulled my white dress out of its resting place. I pulled it on my body and sighed. I guess I can’t hide from tonight. I turned to face the full-length mirror. The girl in the mirror just blinked as I stared at her. I look different. That is for sure. Don’t get me wrong. I guess I look as pretty as I can get, but it’s not entirely me. I don’t wear makeup. My blonde hair has never curled so beautiful or framed my face as it does now. My eyes traveled down my body, the dress still looked amazing, and it’s definitely my style, yes apparently, I have one. My cute white pumps suited me, and I was happy I didn’t give in and buy the nude heels that Damon wanted me to wear tonight. There was just something off about the girl staring back at me. I couldn’t put my finger on it. I turned around. I should probably wear some jewelry. I don’t own much, to be honest. All the jewelry I own belonged to my birth mother. My thoughts turned a bit black at the mention of my mother dear, and I bit my lip. Where did I throw that stupid jewelry box when they gave it to me? I scanned my mind but came up blank. I know Mom wouldn’t have allowed me to throw it away but I sure as hell stuck it somewhere where I don’t have to see it. I glanced down and my wrist. Do I even want to wear her stupid white gold charm bracelet? She never took it off. She was wearing it when she cheated on my father. I could feel my thoughts turn dark like they always did when I thought about her. I forced my mind to concentrate on tonight. Tonight, my best friend and soon to be Alpha of the pack will shift into his wolf form for the first time. Once you can shift into your wolf skin, you can recognize your mate, short for soulmate, by her scent. Of course, he will shift once his Alpha demands him to do so, normally this would take place outside under the full moon at midnight. He can then choose to challenge his father for the title or go for a run with the other mature wolves. Once back from the run, he can shift back into his human skin and mingle with the party guests.

A male wolf can start communicating with his wolf in his mind at the age of thirteen. Once you can talk to your wolf, you start to show your inhuman strengths and speed and whatnot. An alpha wolf, however, can communicate with his wolf from the age of ten, and of course, his strengths and speed are on a completely different level than the average wolf. The female wolf is a bit slow in this part, some female wolves can communicate with their wolves after they turn sixteen, but for most, it is after their first shift. We do have access to small amounts of our wolf strength and speed and whatnot but not anything big. We are as strong as very athlete humans, so of course, it is the males’ job to protect us. Blah, blah, blah, wolf politics. It was clear that Damon was nervous about tonight. A part of him feared that he wouldn’t find his mate, and another part of him feared for his new life. Life sure isn’t sunshine and rainbows when you’re in charge. Damon always had a soft spot for his mate, from the day he first heard the voice of his wolf. His wolf told him about the bond and how it feels to hold your mate. I remember Damon sitting in class one day, his eyes gold – a clear sign that he is communicating with his wolf. Whatever his wolf said made him blush a deep shade of red and rush out of the classroom before I could even ask. Later on, we found out that his wolf started talking about being intimate with his mate and this got him…excited. The boys teased him about it for months. I would still occasionally catch him daydreaming about his mate and talking to his wolf about her. It was sweet, I guess. It so didn’t punch me in the gut every time he did this. Why he could sleep with other girls with the voice of his wolf inside of head remained a mystery as well. I guess hormones trumps a girl you have yet to meet. Damon did surprise me these last few weeks, instead of becoming overly excited about the possibility of finally meeting his mate, he grew sad about our future as friends. I could hear the murmurs of the pack downstairs and glanced at my clock. I guess it’s now or never although I would love to order some never right about now. I gave the girl in the mirror one more glance before turning around and opening my bedroom door. I can do this. After his shift, I will just go to my bedroom, lock myself in, and cry.

I took a deep breath and slowly made my way down the staircase. Eyes turned, and I rejected the urge to blush. I scanned the crowd for Damon and smiled when I saw him. He was talking to his father, but as soon as my eyes landed on him, he turned and froze. He stared at me for a few seconds before shaking his head and made his way through the crowd to my side.

“Wow.” Damon breathlessly whispered clearly still in shock, before he pulled me in for a hug. I giggled and hugged him back. Damon held me for a few seconds before pulling away.

“Would you do me the great honor and dance with me, Milady?” Damon asked with a small manly bow while holding my one hand and fluttering his eyelashes. It made him look adorable, and once again, I could not stop the giggles that escaped my throat. Okay, Angie, cool the hell down. No need to giggle like a school girl.

“You may, my fine Sir.” I said while giggling. I mentally face palmed myself before slipping into a small bow and taking his hand. We can be the biggest dorks when it comes to formal events. Damon chuckled and pulled me onto the dance floor.  Everyone, of course, cleared a path for us. In the corner of my eye, I saw Scott standing near the balcony door with his mouth agape and his eyes wide. He resembled a fish gasping for water. I smiled. Oh, this is so sweet! I finally get my book worthy reaction. Not all is lost in the world. Damon led us to the middle of the dance floor before pulling my body close to his. We slowly moved with the beat of the music. I rested my head on his shoulder. So many emotions ran through my veins to the point that it was almost overwhelming. The dance came to an end before I could understand any of my intense emotions. Damon’s father cleared his throat, and that was all it took to have complete silence wrap around the room. If the Alpha requests your attention, you drop everything you’re doing and give him your attention.

“Son.” Damon pulled away, gave me one last small smile before leaving my side to join his father’s. I shivered at the loss of Damon’s touch, but quickly pushed it aside. I tried and failed to do the same with the overwhelming emotions that appeared once Damon moved away. I bit my lip. Come on, Angie, smile. You can cry and eat ice cream in bed later. You just have to stay strong for the next hour or so. You can do it.

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