The problem with Alpha Ian

Chapter 15

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Isabella's POV

As soon as we get home I dial Nira's number. She always knew how to make sense of things.

"Yeah?" Her easy going voice greets me.

"At least say hello" I grumble.

Nira laughs "Soz Isa, I'm doing laundry"

I smile "Mhm, well I have to tell you something" my tone changes towards the end.

Nira takes a deep break "Oh my lord you're pregnant! I told you it would happen, protection doesn't always work!. Does Connor know he is going to be a dad?"

I roll my eyes at all the stupidy that's coming out of her mouth. "No Nira, I am not pregnant. I saw my mate today."

"Oh damn" is all she says.

"My thoughts exactly, now he's trying to be all friendly but I don't know how to act. I just feel so awkward"

"I bet, you need to tell me everything" Nira pushes.

"Let's do something, tomorrow you, Julia and I will meet for breakfast at the diner and I'll give both of you all of the details." I yawn, rubbing my eyes.

I am so tired.

"Yeah sure, baby cakes"

"Nira I've told you to stop it with the weird nicknames and I'm going to take a shower"

She giggles "I'll never stop, but yeah bye" and without waiting for my answer she hangs up.

Okay.

Grabbing my towel, I make my way to the bathroom. After a long warm shower I get dressed in my pjs and go make myself a sandwich only to see Connor with one of his creepy books sitting in the dinning room.

I frown "We've talked about this, no witchcraft in the kitchen.

The book looked worn out and old.

He looks up "Technically I'm just reading about witchcraft"

Rolling my eyes I sit down opposite to him. "Aren't you scared of this? I mean look at that book. You've been getting into some pretty heavy stuff lately"

Connor immediately closes his book and smiles at me "Don't worry about it, Bella. Nothing I can't handle. Wanna see something cool?"

I nod reluctantly. "Sure"

"I can read your mind" he says smugly.

Scoffing I say "Sure you can"

His face turns serious as he starts chanting some words in latin "Accerso alius sententia ut mihi, phasmatis of interregnum ego dico, solvo meus mens mei, ego dico phasmatis audite meus placitum meus mens quod iacio Isabella"

And then I feel it, it felt as if my brain was swelling up or as if my skull was shrinking yet it didn't hurt.

My eyes widen in realization. He is actually doing it.

After a few moments his eyes turn cold, turning around he storms into his room.

I chase after him, confused.

"What's wrong?" I question.

"What's wrong? What's wrong is that you would still go back to that dick after what he did to you" he all but yells.