50 comments/ 92955 views/ 64 favorites Miley and the Alpha Ch. 02 By: LustforAlphas I want to thank everyone who has read the first chapter to this series. I got some feed backs of encouragement and praise and it really surprised me and made me happy that other people liked what I had written. Thank you so much. I also want to point out that I am open to ideas on the story line. I also want to give thanks to my editor Resapoo, she did a great job in making the story flow. LustforAlphas For the first time in Dante's life, he couldn't think. Here he stood with a young girl, who barely reached his chest (newly turned, 18, and still in high school), and a very angry father. As the alpha of a pack, he was born to lead. For the first time in 137 years, he was dumbfounded on how to proceed. On an angry scale of 1-10, Dante would say the father was a 4. However, when Miley's father found out what Dante had done to her, the rating of a 4 would shoot well pass 10. Dante was still contemplating a way to proceed, when Miley spoke. After composing herself, Miley spoke calmly: "Dad, this is Dante. Dante, this is my father, Nico Lombardi. Dante is the alpha of the pack of werewolves here. He came to see why I entered his territory without permission. He didn't know that I was new, but we talked and settled everything. Now he's leaving. Good bye Dante." Dante listened and was quiet taken with how she skimmed over things without divulging what happened between them. The only problem was that they hadn't talked, nothing was settled, and this situation was far from over. Dante looked down at her and saw how tired she appeared. She was worn out, and he felt bad for being the cause of her condition. Looking at her father, Dante said: "It's nice to meet you Mr. Lombardi. As Miley just said, I am on my way out. Have a good night." Gently taking hold of Miley's hand, Dante walked to the front door. "We have things we need to discuss, Miley." Miley turned to him, anger blazing in her eyes, now storm gray. "We have nothing to discuss. I don't want to learn your ways. I don't want to be a part of your pack or a part of anything that condones the type behavior you have shown towards me. Get out and stay out. Don't ever come around me again, or so help me, I'll shoot you." With those words, she turned away, leaving him and his six men outside and slammed the door shut. "Werewolves, alpha, what? What the hell is going on Miley?" From his facial expression, Miley could tell that he was still trying to understand that they were other werewolves, and they were just in his house. "Dad, just think about what I said. I don't want to talk right now." Miley started up the stairs to her room. "Miley, what happened? If you won't tell me what happened, at least tell me if he hurt you. Are you ok?" Her father was very concerned and starting to get angry, but Miley just didn't want to talk. "No, I'm not hurt. I'm ok and on my way to bed. I'll see you in the morning." Back home, Dante was smiling. Miley had spirit and could match his passion from kiss to mind-blowing kiss. She took his breath away. All he and his wolf could think about was making her theirs. Pacing back and forth, Dante considered the situation. How can he mate with her, she's only eighteen? Granted that she is of legal age to marry in human society, she is not of legal age to mate in the pack. Mating is more binding than any law on record. Because of this, the minimum age for a werewolf to mate is twenty-one. What was he going to do? He may be the alpha, but as a good leader, he followed the same rules that his people did. After thinking for a bit, he came to a decision: he would wait three years before he could mate with her. However, he could still make love to her as they wished. Dante wondered what he could do to appease his wolf and ease his possessiveness over Miley. If he married her under human law, would his wolf's possessiveness ease until they could make her permanently and forever theirs? Most, if not all, of the pack members are married under human law, as it helped to keep up appearances. Dante smiled at the thought of making her his. He couldn't wait, but first things first. He needed to take himself off the market. He needed to speak with Tracey, his, now former, woman friend. Dante always knew that Tracey was expecting to mate with him and become the alpha bitch. He often thought about mating with her and making her the alpha bitch, but something always held him back. Lately, he had been thinking that he didn't have a soul mate out there; that he missed her. He wanted kids. The pack needed heirs. He needed a mate. The alpha needed a mate. But he hadn't missed his soul mate. He has found her and he will mate with her in every sense of the word. He took out his cell phone and dialed Tracey. She answered with a sultry voice, "I wondered when you would be calling. When would you like to come over?" With an authoritative voice, Dante replied, "I just wanted to call and tell you that I will no longer be seeing you or anyone else. EVER. Make sure that you pass that little tidbit along to the rest of the females. I have found the person to whom I'll be mated." Tracey was floored! He had other women, but she was the one to whom he came back. She was his main woman! Tracey had been expecting for him to eventually mate with her. She was supposed to be the ALPHA BITCH. In a restrained voice, Tracey asked, "What's her name?" "Her name's Miley Lombardi. Good bye Tracey." Fuming as he hung up on her, Tracy made a vow: "Miley Lombardi, you may mate with Dante, but you will not be alpha bitch or the only woman he takes to his bed." Although it was two months ago, Miley's encounter with the alpha felt like it was yesterday. Since that time, Miley tried to focus on her new life in a new town. School was fine, and, although the students were friendly, some boys were overly polite and acted strangely when encountering her. The boys would apologize if they slightly touched or bumped her, but the apologies would be repeated three times before they went separate ways. The girls that associated with those guys often stared at her with jealousy, envy, or awe. Miley soon learned to avoid associating with them. Miley's cousin, Beth, introduced her to her friends and they all had grown close to one another. Every Friday, the five of them have lunch after school at the café up the road from the school. This Friday, however, was different. When they walked into the café, her stomach got a little queasy. Beth noticed the sickly look on Miley's face and ushered her to a table. "Are you feeling well Miley?" Miley took a deep breath and forced a smile. "I'm fine, lets order." The waitress took their orders and, not long afterwards, their food arrived. Amber started out the conversation that the group would be engrossed in through lunch. "So, the school's dance is coming up soon. I am so excited. I have no clue what to wear," Amber said. Megan was just bursting with excitement. "I think we should all go shopping this weekend for dresses. Then we can decide on who to go with and color coordinate accordingly. What do ya'll think?" "That would be fine. I got no plans," Miley said. She was just trying to limit my talking. She felt strangely nauseous and hadn't touched her food, and drank only half her glass of water. Beth had noticed Miley not touching her food but didn't say anything about it. Miley knew she would check up on her later. "We could go Sunday. Don't tell me you guys forgot about tomorrow?" Jane piped in, "oh yeah, tomorrow is the town's carnival. That's going to be loads of fun!" "Indeed it will be." The deep voice startled them all, with each of them nearly flying out of their chairs. Once Miley saw who actually spoke, she wished she had flown out of her seat; flown far away from him. The other girls looked up at him in recognition and surprise; a look you would give someone who is very well known, important and mysterious. Nodding in acknowledgement to the girls, Dante turned his full attention to Miley. "Miley and I need to leave, if you all would excuse us?" He held his hand out for her. Miley looked up at him like he was crazy. She wasn't going anywhere with him. "Sorry Dante, but I'm busy at the moment, maybe another time?" She turned away from him and thought he would take the hint. No such luck. Still smiling, he grabbed her hand and leaned down so that his lips faintly brushed her earlobes. "Don't make a scene. Get up and come with me, now." He pulled her hand up and her feet followed the action. They left the café and headed towards the town's park. Dante still held her hand, as if they were a couple. When she tried to release his hand, he tightened his grip more. As they walked down the street, many towns' people snuck glances and some gawked at them. Miley had to admit that it wasn't a very pleasant feeling. She had never liked to be highlighted. She was perfectly fine with just being herself; not worrying who's dating whom, possessing the latest fashions and accessories, and all that stuff. Feeling herself patience waning, Miley spoke: "You know what? You're a bully and an asshole. I had thought that I would never have to see you again after our first meeting two months ago. It's a shame that that isn't the case." When he didn't respond, she went further. "Are you even going to talk to me or just hold my hand and pull me along?" He stopped abruptly on the sidewalk and yanked her back to him. When she was now facing him, he pulled her against his body, cupped her face with his free hand and took her lips with his. This kiss was even more intense than the last one they had shared. Colors swam in her eyes, her toes tingled, and her insides started to warm. Miley felt herself growing lightheaded. Everything melted away and then returned when he lifted his head from hers. "I want to wait until we have reached the park to talk." He gave her a quick kiss and resumed walking. She kept my eyes down the rest of the way to the park. Miley didn't want to see who all saw that kiss, her face was red from embarrassment and passion of the kiss. Miley had never been kissed like the way Dante has kissed her. She occasionally had boyfriends, but the only thing they did was kiss, and the kisses didn't even come close to what she experience when Dante kisses her. "Don't do that," Dante said with a growl. "Do what? I haven't done or said anything but walk." "The expression on your face is driving me wild with need. Whatever you're thinking about, stop, or I won't be able to stop myself from throwing you up against one of these buildings and making love to you." He groaned at the image that his words made. His words made her blush harder and it was with enormous willpower that he didn't do just what his said he would do. Miley couldn't help but blush. His words created an image in her mind, and surprisingly, it showed just what she wanted him to do. Taking a deep breath, she gathered her thoughts and tried not to think about anything that involved Dante. They made it to the park and sat down on a bench that faced the river. For a while, they just sat and stared as the ducks quacked and drifted on top of the water. Dante was the first to speak. "I'm sorry about our first meeting and I want us to start over." His voice was gentle and Miley could tell that he meant what he said. "I don't want to start over. I just want you to go away and let me be." After all that he had put her through, it surprised her that she didn't want to hurt his feelings. Call her naïve, but how would she go about breaking up with a guy who she hadn't actually dated, but liked, but had to break up with because, she thought, he is no good for her? "Miley," he said. "Listen to me. You may not understand, but I have to explain why us not being together is not an option. It is believed that every Were has a mate, and that mate is their second half, like a soul mate. Mates are drawn to another and their wolves are restless for one another once they find their other half. I will never be happy without you and you will never be happy without me. You can fight it, but why would you want to when you have met that one person who was made for you? I've waited 137 years for you. I had nearly given up on ever finding you, until two months ago." "If I'm your soul mate, then how could you have choked me until I couldn't breathe, or raped me?" The little girl in her, the child that once believed in happily-ever-after, wanted to believe him, but the grown up Miley wanted to use logic; things like this didn't happen. This was the real world and there are no happy endings. "Miley, please. I was blind to what was in front of me. When I first saw you, I wanted to do nothing but lay you down and stake my claim. However, I wasn't there to sate my lust; I was there to protect my people from a possible danger. I hadn't realized who you were to me until I couldn't stop myself from making love to you. I took you up stairs to scare you, but when your towel fell off, it was game over. I couldn't have stopped myself if there was an attack on the house. I just had to have you." He took her face in his hands and kissed her. Her mind went blank and the next thing she knew, she had straddled his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck and was kissing him back. Nothing mattered to her except than getting as close to him as possible. His hands roamed her back and pressed her hips down to grind on his member. A smell had her jumping off his lap and running to the nearest trash can. She didn't make it that far, dropping to her knees on the grass, and letting lose the contents of her stomach. Dante was stunned by the shift of actions. He registered a kid eating a hot dog clear across the park and Miley retching. Rushing to her side, he held her hair back and rubbed her back slowly. With concern in his voice, he asked, "Miley, are you sick?" "Not in the usual sense," Miley said, taking a gulp of air, "at odd times of the day I'd get nauseous, but this is the first time I've actually thrown up." "How long have you been like this?" "Two days I think. Why?" She looked up at him and saw concern in his eyes. "Impossible," was all he said. His lips started to lift into a smile. Miley and the Alpha Ch. 03 I want to thank everyone for the great feed backs and compliments. They were very much appreciated. I am aware that chapter one was a mixture of 1st and 3rd person and chapter 2 is in 3rd person. My editor and I have decided to continue the story in 3rd person from chapter 2 till the end. I want to apologize for the inconveniences and confusions. I am sorry it took so long for me to get this chapter out. I had hit a writing block and finals snuck up on me. Oh the joys of being a college student. I want to give thanks to my editor Resapoo, she does a great job in making the story flow and smoothing out the rough edges. LustforAlphas Miley looked at him. "What's impossible and why do you have that stupid look on your face? Stop smiling and answer me." Dante looked down at her. She is amazing, he thought, and so beautiful. Then her words penetrated his mind. He looked up at her and pulled her to her feet. "Come on, were leaving." "What? We just got here. Why are we leaving?" Dante was walking so fast, Miley was practically being pulled along. Dante pulled out his cell phone as they stopped at the edge of the street. "Pull the car around," he said to the person on the other end of the line. Miley watched as her silver Mercedes Cabriolet was driven up to them with a black SUV behind it. "Meet us back at my house and tell Tracey to bring her equipment and meet us," he told the man driving her car. "Dante, where are we going?" Dante looked at her and smiled, "to my humble abode," he replied. She looked at him as if he was crazy. He must be. Why else would he believe that she would willingly go home with him? "I'm not going home with you. In fact "Mr. Take Charge", you can pull over, get out of my car, and make a call for someone to 'pull the car around' for you." "Miley, please? Can we not argue right now? I don't want you to get worked up. We'll talk when we get to my house." Dante leaned over and gave her a kiss. "Ewh, I forgot you threw up. " He smacked his lips some more, "gross, I think I can taste it." "Good. That's what you deserve for kissing someone who doesn't want to be kissed," Miley replied, looking very satisfied with herself. Dante didn't say another word the rest of the way. During the car ride, Miley looked out the window. It was starting to get dark now, but it wasn't hard to make out all the trees that they were passing by. When Dante pulled up to his "humble abode," Miley's first impression was that it wasn't so humble. The house was enormous. The place resembled an old century style mansion: Lots of landscaping and shrubbery. The house was made of bricks and had columns and featured a few modern additions, such as a garage. Miley had only ever seen these houses in history books. She had always thought them beautiful and wanted to see one in real life. Walking inside, Miley was spellbound. The house held furniture from what Miley could only imagine was from at the same period as the house. There were paintings everywhere and she couldn't identify a single artist, but she knew they must be worth quite a bit of money. Dante's voice pulled her out of her thoughts, "Miley, this way." Miley didn't realize that she had stopped moving. She followed him up the stairs and into a large bedroom. The bed was a California king with blue-grey and chocolate square pattern. The only reason she knew that the furniture in the room was dark cherry wood, was because her dad was a fan of it. If dark cherry wood was an option, then that was what he got. "What are we doing in your bedroom?" "Just a small exam. Lay down on the edge of the bed, I'll be right back." Dante was gone in a flash. Miley did not take kindly to Dante's demand, but before she could think about that any further a woman came in with a look of despise on her face. The woman was tall, with long curly red hair and had a body which was lean with small curves. She was probably considered beautiful to many people, but to Miley, her attitude made her ugly. It seemed like redhead was going to say something very unpleasant but suddenly, a fake brilliant smile was posted on her face and Miley on had to look towards the door to see who put it there. "Dante, I was just about to start. Who is this creature that you have brought to me?" The red head's voice was way too polite. Can you say FAKE? "Tracey, this is Miley. Miley, this is Tracey, one of the doctors from my pack." Dante looked at Miley the whole time he spoke. "Miley hasn't been feeling well for the past two days. I want you to examine her and tell me the cause if you can." "There's nothing wrong with me. I probably just need to eat," Miley contradicted. "Or stop eating, but that is just an observation. You look a bit...big for your size," retorted Tracey. Dante looked sharply and growled at Tracey. Miley beat him to the punch in her defense. "Jealous that your tits are barely a hand full and the only time your ass looks good is when you bend over and people can't tell that it's relatively flat. I think I'll stick to eating just to make sure I don't slim down to your size." Dante contained the laugh bubbling up in his chest but he let out a snort from the effort. "Dante didn't seem to mind. In fact, he couldn't seem to get enough of me." Her malevolent smiled disappeared when Dante spoke in a low tone void of emotion: "watch who you speak to and what you speak about or else you will find out just how much that I have had more than enough of you and your ways. Get on with your job." Dante didn't look at Miley, focusing on Tracey's every move with calculating eyes. Miley noticed and stared at the ceiling as she processed what the bitch said. Dante and Tracey were lovers, or used to be lovers and, from what Tracey said, they met up quite a lot. Why should that bother her? She didn't want Dante. Miley was shocked at how Tracey comment had upset her. Strangely, she felt like crying, but she knew she couldn't. She would not give either of them the satisfaction of seeing her cry. "No, she can't be. NO!" The red heads face was a mix of emotion: horror, hurt, anger, anger, and anger. She turned blazing eyes on Dante. "The only way this could have happened is if you mated with her and she is too young to mate. You have broken pack law. You mated someone who is underage. She isn't even worth the trouble for the consequence that will be handed down on you. What were you thinking? Alphas are not above pack law and that includes you, Dante." "Calm yourself!" Dante thundered, making Miley jump. "I am aware of pack law and I can assure you that I have not broken any laws. Watch who you accuse of such things, Tracey. You know that pack law breaking is taken very seriously and great punishments are laid on those who falsely accuse others. Miley was just under a year at being newly turned when we first met. From your diagnosis, we know now that her body had not quite adjusted to a female Were's fertility cycle; thus making her pregnancy very possible and in line with pack law." Dante was looking furiously at Tracey, and Tracey was looking horrified and spitefully at Miley. Miley didn't notice either of them, staring at the ceiling with her mouth opening and shutting like a fish in water, one word swimming in her head: pregnant. Pulling herself together, Miley got up off the bed and decided that she wasn't pregnant. "I'm not pregnant. I just need to eat more, then I'll feel better and this sick feeling will go away. Dante, I think you should take me home. My father will be worrying about me soon." Miley turned and headed for the door, but was turned back by Dante and led back to the bed where he sat her down. She heard Dante say something, Tracey leave the room, and shut the door behind her. Dante grabbed a chair and sat in front of Miley, who was seated on the edge of the bed. He took her chin in his hand and turned her face towards his, saying her name a few times before she came back to reality. Miley stared at Dante and realized that he was speaking. "I know that this is a shock to you, but you need to listen to me." "I don't want to listen to you. You have caused me nothing but problems since you barged into my life. I think it's time for you to listen to me Dante. I am not pregnant. You and I have only had sex one time. We are not married. We are strangers. I don't even know you, and you don't know a thing about me. You are going to take me home and never come near me again. This topic is forever closed, you understand?" Dante looked at Miley with patient, guarded eyes. "Miley, you are pregnant. We are pregnant. We are going to have a baby. We are going to get married. You are going to be a mother and I am going to be father. Your father is going to be a grandfather. You are pregnant." Miley, as stubborn as ever refused to acknowledge any of what Dante said as true. "No, I'm not. Take me home, I want to go home." Dante realizing that he wasn't going to get through to her and knowing it is best for the baby not to get her upset, decided to do what she was asked. He drove her home and walked her inside and up to her room. She undressed without looking at him and slipped under the covers. Dante heard her father come in the house and went down stairs to meet him. "What are you doing here?" Nico, Miley's father, demanded. "We need to talk," is all Dante said and made his way to the living room where he resigned his self for a very uncomfortable talk with his future father. "I don't like beating around the bush so I'm going to get straight to the point. Miley is pregnant. We are going to have a baby." Nico was looking blankly at Dante; then Dante's words seemed to make connections in his head. "Get out, you son of a bitch." Nico stood up and rushed Dante. Dante, understood that this was an uncomfortable conversation to have with a father, and gently grabbed the man and forced him to take a seat. "Nico, I understand that this is the last thing a father wants to hear about his little girl but you need to listen to me. It's very important." Nico soccer punched Dante in the jaw then sat back down. "I'm ready, talk." Dante rubbed his jaw out of habit than from Nico's punch. Dante over looked the punch to the jaw from Nico. "Miley is my mate. A mate to a were is the equivalent to a husband or wife, except there is no divorce. Like a soul mate. Usually only one in a life time, never two at once, and is more binding than anything once the ceremony has taken placed and it's official. I am committed to Miley, heart and soul. I will tear apart anyone who seeks to hurt. I made a mistake the very first time I met her and I regret how I handled myself. Miley is young and she was hit blindly as the recipient of a male were who had found his mate. For Miley to survive, she needs to learn the ways of a were. She doesn't want to learn, and I need her to understand that there isn't a choice in the matter. She's so new at this and all that has happened I think has stressed her out..." Nico held up his hand to stop Dante from going on. "If she is pregnant, it is her choice on whether or not she wants to marry you. Italian blood may run through her veins but she is an American woman. I am happy at the prospect of becoming a grandfather, but I still want to cut your dick off. You hurt my daughter and I will cut your dick off and feed it to you." Dante rubbed his eyes. He needed to see Miley again and hold her. He looked up to the stair case. "Go on, go to bed," Nico commanded Dante like he would a small child. It's hard not to be a dad when you've been one for what seemed like forever. Someday soon Dante will understand. Dante, funny how it sounds, did as he was told and went up to Miley's room. He undressed and slide under the covers and spooned her back. He groaned at the feel of her naked body against his and willed himself to sleep, though it wasn't easy. He hoped come daylight Miley would be ready to deal with reality. Miley and the Alpha Ch. 04 Hey everyone, I just wanted to let you all know that I am sorry that it has taken me months to post another chapter. I am busy with life and I do try to get things posted quickly for you all. Much love to my editor Resapoo who edits all of my chapters on this story and many thanks to all who have emailed me and supported me with my writing. Again, if you have an idea on something you would like to add to the story, email me and I'll see what I can do. I already have a couple of things I'm going to incorporated from my fan Keme as the story develops. Also check out Keme's new story. It's really good. LustforAlphas Dante awoke suddenly. With his first breath, all of his muscles tensed and he started growling. What made him tense was the smell of Miley and her extremely aroused scent. He stared into Miley's taut, frustrated face, her squirming naked body, with her hands between her legs. The strength that he had to exude to keep himself off of Miley kept his voice on a tight growl. "Why are you so aroused?" "Jeez, Dante, don't you think I wouldn't be aroused if I knew WHY I'm so aroused? I woke up like this and I can't seem to calm myself down. Ugh." Her hands cupped her pussy as her legs rubbed and twisted together. "What's wrong with me? Dante knew instantly what was wrong. "You're aroused because you're pregnant and near your mate. You will stay aroused until I cum inside you. There's something in a mated Were's sperm that helps with what is going on. Weres believe it's a way to keep the mated couple bonded during the pregnancy, especially if the child is male. Sometimes her mate gets jealous over the baby. We think it's a dominance thing." Miley snatched her hands from between her legs and pulled him to her, having registered that fucking Dante would relieve this unbearable arousal. Their lips locked together in fierce game of 'find and suck the tongue and bite the lips.' Her aroused scent proved to be too much for Dante's control. His hands tilted her hips and he made his first powerful thrust inside her, completed easy by her super slickness. "Dante, uhh, I need more. Oh, fuck me Dante, FUCK ME!" "You're so fucking tight, Miley, I don't know how long I can hold back." Miley held him tight against her, her arms holding his neck firmly to her chest, her legs wrapped around his waist. Dante sucked on her arched neck as he drilled into her deeper and harder into her core. He growled with the effort it took to keep from cumming on every thrust. As he was about to lose control, reality set in: Miley was pregnant, and when he lost control he would thrust his full 9½ inches into her, tying them together with his knot. Worried about harming the baby, Dante flipped over onto his back and let Miley ride him, allowing her to direct how much she could take when he lost control. "Dante, I'm about to cum. Uhhhhhhhhhhhh." Miley was riding him hard as her orgasm over took her body. Waves of pleasure made her pussy pulse tightly around his cock. Her back arched as Dante sat up and wrapped his arms around her back and hips. He moved her faster onto him, his lips sucking her right nipple. She screamed at the overwhelming pleasure inside her body, clinging to Dante, who gave a shout as he started to shoot thick gushes of cum inside her body over and over again as he lifted her up and down onto himself. Dante's face rested against her breasts as their breath became normal. Though they weren't locked together, he was still inside her in the same position as when they both came. His arms were wrapped around her, hugging her to him. Her arms were around his neck stroking his hair and holding him to her. "Miley?" Dante said with a soft, whispery voice. Her glazed-over eyes connected with his, as she lifted her heavy head up from his chest to look him in the eyes, "Yeah." "I love you." Her eyes seemed to lose some of the glazed over look as she register what Dante just said. Dante used his hands to cup her face and the back of her neck, where her long hair flowed like a curtain against his hand. "I love you so much Miley. My heart squeezes inside my chest when I think about you. You haunt my dreams. I have nightmares about never seeing you again. I truly love you Miley, more than you will ever know." Emotions exploded inside her chest as she listened to Dante. When he was finished, Miley felt strong emotions that made her eyes fill with tears. she leaned in for a passionate kiss. Happiness overflowed from them both as they were experiencing similar emotions towards each others. When Miley drew back from the kiss, there was only a slight curve to show that she may have been smiling, but one could hardly tell, as she was already thinking of something else. "Dante, what are we doing?" Dante was a little lost at the question. "What do you mean 'what are we doing'?" "You know what I mean. Don't play stupid. What are we doing in bed again?" Taking a tired breath, Dante laid back on to the bed. He realized that things were not going to go as he planned. "Well, it would seem that I just declared my love to my pregnant mate and I'm not going to get to hear the same from her." Miley made an unintelligent sound, got off the bed, and started looking for a towel so she could take a shower. "Don't start in on that pregnant shit, Dante. You and that chick are wrong. I'm not pregnant." "I have already spoken to your father about it. He knows that you and I are going to be having a baby soon. I also told him that I was hoping you would marry me before the baby came." Miley, having found a towel, stopped and faced Dante. "You told my father WHAT? Marry you? Dante are you out of your mind? How could you tell my father any of those things when none of them are true?" Dante went over and drew Miley into his arms. "Calm down Miley. It isn't good for you to be upset while you're pregnant. It's not good for the baby. All I want to do is take care of you and keep you safe. To do that, you need to come to terms with the fact that you are pregnant." He's out of his freaking mind, Miley thought. Who on earth would tell any woman's father that they had gotten their daughter pregnant when it wasn't true. It couldn't be true. She couldn't have gotten pregnant from a total stranger, no matter how un-stranger-like Dante was starting to become. "Wait a second. Who let you in to my room? I thought I left you outside last night." "Your dad did after he and I had our talk. Now enough of this. Go take your shower. You have a doctor's appointment before we head over to the town carnival. Maybe after he tells you that you're pregnant you'll be inclined to listen" As Miley was about to lay in on Dante about ordering her around as if she was a small child, he flipped open that stupid phone of his and started dialing numbers. Asshole. ******************* Tracey was fuming over yesterday's meeting with Dante's precious Miley. It was unbelievable that that young ass bitch was already pregnant with his child. Even more so that Dante didn't even use a condom at all. She'd tried so many times to get pregnant by Dante, but he always insisted they use condoms every time. She had to come up with creative ways: sucking the sperm out of the used condom with a turkey baser and then squirting it inside herself. She had poked holes in her condoms in hopes that the condoms would bust, and they did. After three broken condoms, Dante started using his own, and she never had an opportunity to get a hold of them. Any time she was in heat, he wouldn't come near her. That's when she started to freeze his sperm that she got out of the condoms. When she was ovulating she would use the frozen sperm in hopes to make a baby, but it never took. She was desperate. Although she knew only mated pairs who have gone through the mating ceremony could reproduce, there was a possibility that half mated pairs could reproduce. The only requirement for half mating was for one of them to bite the other with the intent to mate. Logic told her that was why Dante always used a condom during sex and why he never had sexual relations with any women when they are in heat. Oh, and the almost non existing chance for conception when a newly turned female were fertility cycle is still in the between phase of human and Were. That fucking bitch and that fucking loophole. Tracey paced back and forth. She had to come up with a plan to break up Miley and Dante. Dante is very protective and would fight for what is his, but Miley would probably end it if she found Dante cheating on her. Tracey smiled genuinely at the female Were who just enter her office, already making plans. "What can I do for you?" ************************* "This can't be happening," Miley said as she threw her last pair of pants down on the floor. "Why are all of my pants too tight around the waist?" Dante hide a smile as he buttoned the last button of his blue dress shirt. "Maybe because you're pregnant and the baby had a growth spurt in your womb last night?" "Or maybe my foot got shoved up your ass. Be serious, how can my pants not fit me anymore?" Dante walked to her closet, "I am being serious. You don't look any bigger but your jeans were already tight. I think being pregnant gave your jeans a short expiration date. Here's a dress. I know it will fit." Miley caught the dress and put it on. It was a wide-neck cotton and lace dress, a pale wheat color with purple and gold studding around the edges and a drawstring waist. It had cut out shoulders of the elbow length kimono style sleeves and was one of her favorite dresses. She pulled out a pair of purple suede thong booties. "No, take it off. I don't want you wearing it," Dante said, feeling stupid for giving her a dress that was really short and would put lust into every male and adolescent guy. "What, why, what's wrong with it?" Miley looked into the mirror and thought she looked great. "It's too short. I don't want any other men looking at you." The dress reached where her fingers would start on her hand and showed too much of her fabulously toned and feminine legs. Dante gave his head a quick shake to get away from the thoughts. Miley looked at the mirror again. "The dress is meant to be this short. I wear it to school all the time. It's fine. And as for men looking at me, you're going to have to get over that really quick, because I volunteered to work the kissing booth while the other people go on break." Dante just about fell over when he heard what she had said. "Well, we'll have to find someone else to do your volunteer work, because the only person you're going to be kissing is me for now on." "Don't hold your breath on that one." Miley said as she put on the finishing touches to the outfit. "Looks like you have gotten taller as you are now measuring at a steady 5'5" and you're weight is now 123, but you're an athlete so that doesn't surprise me, Miley, so don't fret about your weight." her father said as he took her weight and hight. "I thought I had stopped growing?" Miley gave a confused look at her father. "Well,"her father said,"you were a hard core gymnast and cheerleader so it kinda stunted your growth from your hormones. I'm surprise your chest had developed to be honest. But because you have been out of the vigorous training you had been doing, your starting to develop, what has for the most part, been delayed." Dante nodded and added some facts on the matter. "Also, with the disease that makes us a werewolf, it makes us immune to sickness as well as develops us so that we are our most physically perfect self. Plus we age extremely slow." "Miley, why don't you take off your dress and hop up on the table and lay back for me. Im going to give you an ultra sound to see how the development of my grand child is going." "Your wasting your time with this dad. I'm not pregnant," Miley says as she complies with her fathers request. Nico warns Miley that the jell is going to be cold as he squeezes it onto her abdomen. "Holy shit thats cold,"Miley gasps and looks over and Dante to find him focused and grinning like an idiot in her fathers direction. "And there are my grand babies', both of them," Nico says with obvious joy in his voice. Miley's head whips around to see what her father was talking about and comes face to face with the most startling image in her life. A fuzzy picture of the two most beautiful babies she has ever seen and her throats clogs up with emotions. "I'm pregnant."