Page 2 of Forced Pregnant Mate

Jack.

As Chris leads me over to the tables where Mae, Dana, and a bunch of my other high school buddies are sitting, I start to scan the crowd. Jack will be here, for sure. I can’t wait to see him, but tonight has an extra edge to it. I don’t know if it’s excitement or fear.

Damn it, it’s all of the above!

We’ve spent so much time together over the last few months. I know I trust him, and he’s the only one I want.

Tonight, I’m ready to lose my virginity…

My chest tightens up, and I try to take a deep breath to calm myself down. I just end up dizzy. When someone shoves a beer into my hand, I take it gratefully and gulp half of it down. The boom box gets turned up, the conversation is drowned out, and for a while, I forget everything except dancing with my friends.

It doesn’t take long for night to truly fall, and the clearing is full of shadows that run and ripple like black ink. There are small fires lit around the clearing, as well as barbecues where people are still cooking. There is a small commotion over at the parking lot, and I stop dancing to check out what it is.

My breath speeds up when I see it’s Bailey Markson, future alpha of the Silver Meadows Pack. He’s got a small entourage with him. My blood pounds so hard that my ears start to ring.

Where Bailey is, Jack is never far behind!

“Hey, pretty lady,” a deep voice says from behind me. “How can a cutie like you be dancing alone?”

I swing around to face him, giving my hair a toss as I do. “I just haven’t found a capable enough partner,” I shoot back. “Let’s see if you’re fast on your feet.”

Jack laughs, tilting his head and fixing me with those big, crystal blue eyes. His pale skin is an almost shocking contrast to the deep black of his hair. There are always a few curls falling across his forehead, and I struggle not to brush them back.

Jack reaches for me, and I step towards him, letting him put his hands on my waist. We start to move to the music, letting our bodies follow the rhythm and falling into sync with the beat.

The way we move in such harmony, and the low, humming thrill that sings in my blood every time we touch, makes me absolutely sure that he is my mate. I can tell by the way he looks at me that he can feel it, too.

We are meant to be together!

Jack smiles, the curve of his beautiful lips mesmerizing me. His hands tighten on my waist, and I let him pull me even closer to him. As I press against his chest, his scent swirls around me, and my body throbs with desire so intense that it’s almost painful.

“You thirsty yet?” he asks. “We’ve been dancing for a while.”

“Sure,” I agree happily. “What do you suggest?”

“Head over this way,” he says, tugging on my hand. “I think Seth has a case of mixers.”

We cut through the crowd over to one of the barbecues. A tall, skinny guy in a weird cloak is standing over the grill like a maestro, clicking his tongs and making wordy announcements.

“That’s Jenks,” Jack explains. “Now that the packs are joined, you’ll just have to get used to him. He never misses a party.”

Jack hands me a chilled bottle full of strawberry crush and takes a ginger ale for himself. We shuffle away from the main crowd to open our drinks. For some reason, my mind has gone completely blank. I’ve been seeing Jack for a few months now, and this has never happened to me before.

Maybe it’s because the only thing I want to say tonight is, “Jack, take my virginity.”

“So, it’s good we have the alliance,” Jack says. I can’t hold in my grin as I realize he’s lost for words as well. The idea that he likes me that much it robs him of coherent thought is almost too thrilling to entertain.

“Yes, it’s very good we are all in bed together now,” I quip, taking a sip of my cruiser. Jack laughs.

“I have no doubt that is the plan.” He looks at me, and with the light of the fire dancing across his face, his eyes look dark and mysterious, but his expression is perfectly clear against the shadows flickering around us.

“The plan for us?” I ask softly.

“Generally speaking, packs will usually join through marriage.”

I take a sip of my cruiser and keep my eyes on his. It only takes a second before his cheeks color up, and he puts a hand over his face.

“That one took a moment to sink in,” he laughs. I grin back.

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