Page 23 of The Alpha's Sold Pregnant Mate

“We all do, actually.” He cast his eyes on her, not wanting to miss out on even the slightest shift in her expression.

“So… You all have pet wolves?” she asked, in need of a reply.

“We do. But they're not our pets.”

“Okay. Now, I'm confused.”

“The wolves are a part of us… An extension of who we are. They are our culture, our tradition, and our identity.”

She looked at him, and he could see that she was still in the dark.

Maybe he was hoping that he wouldn't have to spell it out for her that she would get the angle he was driving at. But she just looked at him, clueless about what he was trying to say.

“Still not following.”

“We're a Pack of werewolves, Esme,” he said almost immediately.

The words hit her like an ocean wave against a rock. Her brows rose, and she looked at him in disbelief, although a part of her saw the possibility.

“Werewolves?” Her eyes searched deeply into his black eyes, and she saw that he wasn't kidding.

He nodded, revealing the glow of his Alpha eyes, and immediately, her squirrel scurried off to hide under her pillow.

In a mix of fear and shock, Esme sprang up and left the bed.

“Your eyes,” she said softly.

Her heart was pounding, and her insides were becoming hotter by the second. She tried to maintain her composure, telling herself to calm down, that he might actually be messing with her.

“When you said ‘werewolves’, what exactly did you mean?” she asked and paid rapt attention to his response.

“I meant that we're shapeshifters.”

Her heart sank into her stomach, and her throat suddenly became dry. She swallowed hard.

“So, that wolf was… One of you?”

“Yes. Elder William, to be precise.” He looked at her.

Esme was exhibiting an aura of fear and anxiety, and her body tensed as she struggled to remain calm.

“Does this mean that the horror stories about the Ghostbound lands are true?” her voice was faint, almost a whisper.

“That depends on the stories you’ve heard.” He rose to his feet, and he could see her silently pulling away until her back connected with the edge of the table.

“I heard that the land is inhabited by strange beings. Nobody knows for sure what's happening on your land, but they know it's… Evil.”

“The stories aren't entirely false,” he said, taking a couple of steps forward. “I know you're wondering why I brought you here…”

“Yes… Please, do clarify that for me,” she cut him off.

“Okay. But just… Just relax first, alright? I'm not going to hurt you. I promise. I couldn't even if I wanted to. You're our last hope, Esme. Our saving grace.”

Puzzled, she asked, “What do you mean?”

He sighed and sat down on the bed. “You might want to take a seat.”

She understood the gravity of what he was going to say and quietly pulled out a chair. Without taking her eyes off him, she sat down.

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