Page 35 of Pregnant Rejected Mate

“I love you, mi ángel. I never stopped loving you.” The words escape my lips without a second thought. I’d been so afraid of the repercussions my confession might have brought, but it doesn’t matter right now.

Sierra had asked me to kiss her, to remind her of the feelings she once had for me. The desire is obviously too intense to ignore, and now she’s straddled on my lap, my cock buried deep inside her after filling her with the essence of my love.

I’m no longer afraid of her rejection. It’s quite the opposite. My heart flutters when I confess, mind tumbling down the road to a memory of the first time I admitted that I loved her. It was only a few days into our acquaintance, and I was sure of my feelings for her.

***

Eight Years Ago

“You’re wasting your time working for other people,” I tell Sierra as she sits across the table at the cafe. After promising to help her find work, another rejection from a potential employer has her despondent again.

It pains me to see her wallow in the turmoil of her circumstances. It’s only been a few months since she ran away from her emotionally abusive father in pursuit of a better life. Knowing her for who she truly is, I can’t sit idly by and watch her waste her life away without chasing the things she loves the most.

She’s headstrong and resilient; her effortless mastery of numbers, coupled with how incredibly talented she is in her natural state, sets her above the rest. She could do anything she sets her mind to and not have to answer to a boss.

She hums as she reads the email, sighing discontentedly as she reaches for her coffee. “I needed the job to save money for my studies,” she reminds me.

Watching her intently as she sips her drink, I decide I can’t watch this unfold any longer. There’s no way I can tell what I am—a dragon shifter—but I can help her.

She doesn’t know I have a fortune behind me. She believes me to be a simple photographer trying to capture his big break on camera. It’s the running alias I’d been using on my travels, only to end up in Charlottesville to meet the love of my life.

She doesn’t know it yet, but I’d called her here for a reason. Clearing my throat, I reach for her hand across the cafe table, wondering if it’s a good time to confess my love for her.

She offers me a pensive smile and says, “The library hasn’t gotten back to me yet. I guess I’ll just wait for an answer.”

“What if you didn’t, Sierra?” I offer, to which she frowns.

“What do you mean?” she asks.

I take a deep breath before replying. “What if you didn’t take the job at the library and just applied at the college?”

“I don’t have any money to pay for college right now,” she snickers. “I—”

“I’m offering to pay for your studies.”

A frown flits past her face as she tilts her head to one side. “Why?”

I took another deep breath to strengthen my resolve, my heart racing unfathomably quickly in my chest. I know I’ll probably have to iron out the logistics of what I’m about to do later on, but I can’t deny the obvious.

I love this woman more than I thought was possible for my heart. Giving her hand a gentle squeeze, I stare deeply into her eyes when I say. “Because I love you, mi ángel,” I use the phrase for the first time, and as soon as it leaves my lips, it just feels right. Perfect. It’s not me who was sent to her as an angel.

It was she who was sent to show me a love so profound that only an angel could spark the feeling. My angel stares at my face, her eyes twinkling with the softness I feel for her.

“Felix, I—”

“Shh…” I shake my head gently. “You don’t need to say anything. Just know that I have fallen madly in love with you and want to help you chase your dreams.”

While a comfortable silence falls between us, we gaze into each other’s eyes as if reading our souls. The future doesn’t matter. Only this moment that we’re in now.

“I—I love you too, Felix,” she confesses at last. Though I hadn’t expected her to feel the same, I know she does. I’ve felt it in every moment we’ve spent together. From the first day when I held her in my arms, I knew that it was love I felt.

***

Sierra stares into my eyes as if walking down the same path. Tears pool in her eyes, but all she does is drop her gaze while she remains silent.

Oh, no…

My heart dropped in the moment I realized that our passionate endeavor on the mountain hadn’t had the effect I had thought it would. When the silence stretches like a rubber band of my demise, I simply hold Sierra as I cling to the memories of what was.

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