CHAPTER FOURTY-THREE

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Amelias pov:

I wondered what it could be as I eat my meal. I haven't had many great meals in my life and this one was definitely not one of them. Their was sooo much salt I nearly puked.

I ate the bacon and tossed the eggs. Chugging my oj to remove the salt from my mouth.
I left the plate and Headed to the bathroom to brush my teeth and comb my hair out. Looking into the mirror a scar on my arm comes into sight. And alpha chads face races through my mind.

It's been too long Since I have heard anything about alpha Chad. I cut ties to my pack so I guess that technically makes me a rogue now. I know though He won't just give up his pups. As well as his mate.

I am safe with aegon around. That's what I keep telling my self. I should probably go meet with him.

Stepping out of the room, I see The halls are filled with Christmas decor. It's a warm and welcoming feeling. No wolfs were around, since it's Christmas I'm assuming they have the day off. Blood moon never celebrated Christmas.

And the omegas never got a day off.

Alpha Aegons pov:

I can smell her out side my door. I quickly open it before she has a chance to knock. "Amelia. You look beautiful my mate. Are you ready for your gift?"

Looking hesitant she nodded. "Yes. I have never received a gift." Taking her hand I kissed it and then guided her to a double door that was next to my room.

Facing her I grabbed her other hand and brought them to her belly, my hands on top of hers. "My mate. Please do not be upset with me when you see your gift." I said.

With a confused look on her face she slowly nodded. "Close your eyes."

Closing her eyes she let out a shaky breath. Her trusting me made ghost feel over the moon. After a life time of abuse and pain. Her being able to trust me means the world.

I moved in front of her and slid opened the doors. Taking her hands I lead her into the room, her eyes still closed.

"Ok my mate. Open your eyes!" I told her.

She slowly opened her eyes and took in the sight before her. A nursery.

For three little she-wolfs.

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