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“Except torture yourself while cleaning their house. I’m not even sure why the fuck you would take that job.”

“I need to be near them, Leenie.” I hang my head, settling on the realization that Dr. Kelly told me yesterday. “Is this a bit masochistic? Probably but it helps and I won’t see them, not while all this is happening. Don’t tell me how stupid this is. I know. I just…”

Carleen squeezes my hand. “Not judging. One last question and then I promise I’ll stop badgering you. Do you want to be a mother?”

My sister is definitely not sugarcoating this shit. I think about it, think about what kind of future that would entail, and instead of finding disappointment or regret, I find longing. Longing for my own family, for the laughter and excitement that my parents brought into the home when we were growing up. In some part, I’ve always wanted that for myself. This isn’t just a child to think about. I’m going to be a mother and as I think the word, I realize it is something I want.

I could have waited a few years before it happened but I don’t want to give up the opportunity. “Yeah, I think I do.”

“Your entire face lit up, Ellie. I love this new journey for you. Know that you have my support every single step of the way, whatever that may entail. We at least know I’ve got the food down pact.” She chuckles and releases my hand as she stands to press a kiss to my forehead. “Now, do you want to keep discussing this? Ice cream and a movie? Alone time?”

Goddess, I don’t deserve my own sister. It’s not even lunchtime but neither of us has any pressing duties. I also know that Carleen’s version of ‘ice cream’ is some kind of artisan shit that will give my mouth an orgasm. “Ice cream and a movie.”

“Great. I’ll grab the ice cream. You find something to watch.”

Chapter seventeen

SAVIN

A rocking motion behind me wakes me up, Macon’s thick fingers digging into my waist. I moan, wiggling as my Alpha gently pumps into me, the slick sounds telling me that he’s probably unloaded once or twice. His knot flutters against my ass as Macon rests his lips against my ear. “Good morning, baby. How’d you sleep?”

I check in with myself, worried that the tendrils of pain will still be there but they aren’t. In fact, the cold air blowing from the vents paired with my Alpha’s heat pressed against my back is perfection. I snuggle into the pillows, letting my groans filter freely through the room as I grab my Alpha’s hand and pull it to my lips. I press little kisses along his knuckles as he grunts and then unloads in my ass again, his seed spilling down my legs. I squirm as I find my release as well, nibbling on my Alpha’s hand as pleasure shoots through me.

“Fucking love waking up like that.” I wiggle again, his inflated knot pressed against my skin. “Why didn’t you knot me?”

“Because,” Macon huffs out a laugh, kissing my ear, those lips moving down to my jaw as his scruff dances across my skin. “Then we’ll be late.”

“We can be late.”

“For brunch with my mother?” Macon moves back, the aching hole that he leaves empty still fluttering for more. I twist around to look at my Alpha, his gaze focused on my ass, where his cock was just disappearing into, and now where his cum is pooling between my thighs. This whole place needs to be washed. “Fuck, yeah, we can call that shit off.”

I giggle, sitting up but realizing that gives him a full view of my cock so I grab a pillow to cover myself although Macon’s eyes heat anyway. “I still have maybe a day before my heat triggers. I can suffer a morning with your mother if what you said last week is true.” Last week, Macon mentioned that he would start phasing his mother out of the business for her blatant disrespect of our relationship. It had taken me a long time to truly speak up and tell Macon how her words made me feel, how it made me feel like our relationship was lesser because I wasn’t her ideal choice.

But when she stuck a fucking Omega in this house disguised as a maid, an Omega she thought was perfect for Macon in every way, I lost it. Thank fuck for Macon’s restraint but I had none when cursing the young woman out for stepping into a married couple’s house. Something that I think a lot of people seem to forget. We’re not just mates.

It’s the one thing I’ve asked for—Beta staff. They come and go when we’re out of the house or holed up in our room so I rarely see them. Even during my heats, the chef, maids, and butler grace the front of the house, their scents safe to me. But Macon’s mother, Aalya, refuses to bend to the house rules I’ve set aside. Little did I know, Macon has slowly been taking the reins from her but we both saw the end of the road after last week.

Macon cups my face in his hands, placing a gentle kiss on my nose. “Baby, the only thing I regret about losing my mother’s hand in our house affairs is that I didn’t cut her off sooner. She’s brought so much stress into our world and I thought I could weather it, take the brunt of her hatred but it’s only gotten worse since we’ve been married. And that’s on me. I should have noticed and I didn’t.”

I smile, melting into his touch. I can’t stay angry at this man. When he makes a mistake, he immediately apologizes, unlike so many others within the entertainment industry. Granted, it’s a side he rarely shows in public, giving off the image that he’s a ‘take-no-shit’ Alpha. I love it.

“I love you,” I whisper, angling my head up for a kiss. He grunts, his warm lips against my bruised ones drawing out a little moan.

“I love you more,” he responds. “Now, if you want to call off brunch, I will. In all honesty, I forgot.”

“Let’s get that shit over with. I’m feeling okay right now. I think. No, no, I’m telling you the truth. I’m okay right now.” I grant him a small smile as I climb to my feet and make my way to the bathroom. Macon is hard on my heels, a squeal tearing from my lips when his arm wraps around my waist and I find myself being carried the rest of the way to the shower.

We’re definitely going to be late for brunch.

I don’t really care.

Macon stands in front of me, stringing his hands through my hair as he does on the occasional morning when our schedules allow. I stare up at him, my Alpha dressed in a soft gray sweater and dress pants that hug every single thick muscle in his massive thighs. I’ve found a dark dress shirt and black linen pants that are among my favorites. My eyes flutter closed as I lean my forehead against his chest, Macon slowly pulling my hair into a messy ponytail off my shoulders.

“You’re perfuming, baby.”

“Because it feels good.”

“We’re out of time for another round, Sav.”

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