The Alpha's Exchanged Mate
The Alpha’s Exchanged Mate – Chapter 214

Edwina’s POV…

I stomped my foot through the hallway in annoyance, indecisive as to why my emotions were spluttering all over the place. I could blame it on pregnancy, knowing quite well it wasn’t just about that.

Tears laced my eyes as I bounced off the walls. Seeing him stand in all of his glory, like the Greek god most books describe, was overwhelming. In all truth, Xander is a good-looking man. Every of his body structure, from the chiselled jawline to his legs, made my clit ache.

I was wet beyond measure, and if he slipped right inside me this minute, I was sure to o****m right on the spot. I feel angry at myself for having such thoughts, considering how much he had disregarded me. But what to do when I miss him so much? I ache for his touch every night, and my urges had mounted since I got pregnant.

Probably, just maybe, I would have held back on my sexually consumed thoughts if he wasn’t looking so much like a snack. It’s been a month, and I must say every day is more than ten days roped in one for me. If I were to be asked to calculate how many days and weeks It has been since I last had him so close to me, it would be nothing less than a hundred days and probably more.

Hitting my head against the door in my haste to get back into the room, I bounced back, hitting my back against something that felt hard like a rock. I knew what it was in an instant. The smell of him and the feeling of his chest will forever be ingrained in my memory.

Not wanting to look pathetic in front of him, I snatched the arm he had held onto to balance me away from him. Barging my way into the room, I made a weak attempt at shutting the door on him. But he was too quick, or should I say too strong.

“Really, Edwina,” Xander muttered, his face contorted in a painful way. He threw his hands up when I eventually gave in to him coming into the room. “You still won’t let this go?”

I nodded my head absentmindedly, keeping my eyes glued to the hem of my dress as I sat comfortably on the edge of the bed. “It’s nice to see you come out and support the truth eventually.” I taunted

“You know I can sense the mockery in your tone, right?” He bickered.

I stared blankly at him, “you really think I’m concerned about what you think?”

I shrugged, not sparing him a glance. “please leave when you are done here.”

That must have gotten him reeled. Next, I noticed him grabbing my hand in a not-so-painful but tight manner and dragging me towards the door.

“Get your hands off me, Xander!” I yelled, slapping his hands off with my other free hand. But it was no different from hitting a rock.

Not minding my tantrums, he pulled me out of the room, and we began heading down the hallway, then an underground stair that surprisingly looked clean even though it gave off a shady feeling.

My heart picked up at a high pace. Was he going to kill me? There weren’t many guards around, considering how everyone had gathered in the hall. My free hand went to my belly almost immediately. I can’t believe I would have to beg the father of my child and the man I have eventually found myself falling in love with to not kill his unborn child and me.

“Where the hell are you taking me, Xander?” I asked, my voice shaky.

However, he didn’t stop or respond until we came to an abrupt halt in the middle of the room we had landed in. It looked like a basement but bigger than all of the rooms combined in my dead father’s house. I should really go sell that property off; no one would want such infested space.

“What’s this? I am not going to listen to you, Xander, not even if you tie me down.” I threatened, even though I doubted I would go by my words. I was tired of not talking to him. All I want to do is rest in his arms at this point. But my ego appears bigger than my yearnings.

“Stop, Edwina!” He yelled, making me draw back. His face looked like he would cry. “Please, baby, just stop!”

Turning his back to me, Xander held his waist with both hands as he looked around the room. His eyes were searching for something. He eventually walked towards a box that looked dusty as hell and brought out what seemed like a journal. What surprised me was how neat the journal appeared, despite being pulled out of such a dirty box.

“Oh, sorry for the dirt around. I was too selfish and didn’t like letting anyone into the space. Would have asked for it to be cleaned up.” Xander explained when he noticed the look on my face.

“Why did you bring me here again?” I asked, trying to assure myself he wasn’t a killer.

Opening the journal, he glanced through it as his eyes watered. “You know, not growing up with a mother and having to be looked after by almost everybody in the packhouse put an emptiness inside my soul. Despite my father’s attempt at ensuring he was present, it didn’t seem enough. I also had to be strong and sometimes unresponsive to my feelings because, as the future alpha, this behaviour was expected of me.”

He paused for a moment sniffing. “It was hard, really hard. I couldn’t have the life every other pub had. Even though they envied me for being the alpha’s son and future alpha, I envied them more. They had too many joyous childhood memories, which I was deprived of. They were free-spirited to act naughty, and I saw mothers hide their children from their fathers when they did something wrong. They had silent jokes that they shared; I had a view of all of this whenever I was eventually let out of the packhouse, which was always to check around the pack and the members. Something didn’t feel right, and it took me time to realize how much love and affection I lacked.”

Letting out a deep breath, Xander stood still, staring out into space. I almost thought he had frozen.