The Alpha's Exchanged Mate
The Alpha’s Exchanged Mate – Chapter 159

Edwina’s POV…

I sighed again, twisting and turning restlessly. I needed to distract myself, but nothing was coming to mind except seeing a particular someone. My p***y ached badly for his touch.

“Stop it, Edwina.” I scolded myself, trying to focus on the thought of my sister having contractions and probably being in pain.

I have never felt so scared the way I was today. To think that Sonia was in so much pain, and I could not do anything but stand by saying sorry. It made me feel really useless. But it’s admittable that it isn’t my fault, and there is nothing I can do about that.

Fear gripped me when I heard of her ready to pop out her cub. To be sure I left her in good hands, I have called the guest quarters numerous times. Almost dragging the theta from the infirmary with my consistent calls.

Would have almost dragged Becca to come with me or keep me company, but I am not really in the mood for talks, and I can say the same for Becca too. We both are tired mentally and maybe physically too.

I understand Becca’s excuse of being tired, but I really can’t explain mine. Being a Luna has made me so lazy; aside from checking on Sonia, there is a minimum to what I get to do. The situation between the sizzlers pack and the night howlers pack has made things so intense. Xander, in particular, is too conscious of my movements.

Even though I must admit, I get to forget all about it most times, despite knowing I am just part of the reasons both packs are at loggerheads. It would be appropriate to say it’s not my fault and maybe none of my business, but it’s not something I can really help.

I g*****d again, checking the clock by the bed stand. Xander comes back at this time on days he isn’t intending to stay late. As much as our relationship seem strained in a way, he keeps me in the know with every of his movement. This is a height of respect for me, something that I never enjoyed with Ben.

Tired of rolling the top and end of the bed, I stood up, deciding to head to the library instead. That is if I can concentrate on any page, but I could try.

Walking down the stairs, my eyes lay upon Xander’s mother’s picture frame on the wall. For some time, I have been distracted from staring at it. One thing about the picture is how captivating it is. It draws me in and makes me so mesmerized. Her eyes say so much. If Becca hadn’t told me, I would have argued with anyone that she was just as wolfish as any member of the night howlers pack.

To think I was born of wolf parents but turned out to be wolfless. And she, a mere human, birthed a powerful being like Xander, who is also an alpha. It made me have a glint of hope that I might be able to bear cubs with wolves too.

I am not condemning my being, but I would love for all my cubs to have a wolf and not have to go through the stigma I endured. Unintentionally, my hands went to my belly, and they rubbed at it. Thoughts of me becoming pregnant like Sonia and nurturing it with so much love.

I chuckled at the thought. I really can’t wait. I wonder how odd it would sound if I discussed with Xander that I would like to have a cub. There is no way to tell if he would be fine with someone with my kind of deficiency birthing an heir for him.

Sounds nice to try and ask if I wasn’t so self-conscious. Taking a deep breath, I almost tripped off the stairs when I saw Xander in his wheelchair staring at me with some amusement in his eyes.

Wheeling himself closer, he glanced at the picture. “What has gotten you so engrossed with the picture?” He asked, still keeping his eyes on it.

I smiled lightly, “I don’t know if I have said this before, but she looks really beautiful.”

Xander nodded in agreement, a prideful spark in his eyes. “Dad could talk about her nonstop. If you didn’t know better, you would think she was alive. He spoke about her like she was next to him. He made me feel her presence even when she was not actually there.”

“That’s so loving of him.” I commended, hoping I would be loved someday like that. But sometimes, wishes are like fantasies. They hardly exist or come true.

“Dad was a lover boy till the end. His love for mum had kept him from taking in another Luna. It felt like he was betraying her on his part.” Sighing, he looked at me. “Where are you headed?”

“Felt bored and decided to head down to the library,” I responded

“Have you had dinner?”

“Not yet. How about you?”

He shook his head, “no. I want to go in and freshen up. Dinner isn’t up until an hour. Can you help me?”

I walked the rest of the stairs hurriedly to help him, wheeling him on the demarcation made to ease his move upstairs. I trolled gently behind him.

We didn’t say another word to each other as we got in. There was rarely much to say, staring at him looking so enticing with his obviously stressed eyes. I felt some sort of wetness in my panties.

Merely staring at Xander arouses me. There is this strong s****l attraction between us. But I can’t explain why I am feeling so shy to approach him for some sugar.

However, his attitude is getting me confused. The moment he got in, without asking for my help, he wheeled himself into the bathroom to freshen up as he had said. For long minutes he didn’t come out of there. I thought of going into the bathroom to suck him. The picture of my mouth wrapped around his d**k flashed yet again, sending some electrifying sensation down my thighs.

I didn’t want to seem desperate, so I contemplated staying put. Maybe he would have the same thought just as me.

I was super wrong when Xander came out, and he didn’t even spare me a glance. I checked my outfit again; it wasn’t so bad. It should get him aroused as it hugged my curves tightly. Really can’t explain where all of my courage went to.

Not wanting to be inconsiderate, I felt he must have had a long day at work. When he went to his side of the bed, Xander eased himself in, still without asking for my help. He must really be avoiding my touch tonight. He was shirtless, and all I wanted to do was run my hands all over his body. He is driving me nuts.

Realizing that he wouldn’t take the hint of how horny I was feeling when his back turned against me. I laid next to him, rubbing at his bare back lightly.

“Are you asleep?” I whispered.