Page 69 of Freeing My Alpha

You’re a natural, as usual, Amy says.

How has she been doing? I’ve missed her so much this week.

Amy turns away, fidgeting with a loose string on her tank top. We’ve been trying to socialize her more at the Community Center, but she’s been having even more trouble adjusting.

My stomach sinks. How so?

She still can’t bear to separate from our sides long enough to play with other pups.

Oh, no. I thought she was doing a bit better last week?

She was, but when Kira went back to work, Lexi sobbed her heart out all day, and it broke our souls. That’s why I haven’t called to ask you and Noah to babysit her alone yet. I don’t want her to feel like we’re gone too long while she’s finally forming a more relaxed attachment to us. Amy stops fidgeting, resorting to biting her nails. Plus, you seem busy lately.

My eyebrow lifts. What do you mean by that? I’d make time for you, any day.

Amy shrugs, unwilling to meet my eyes. My heart stings.

But with Lexi limp in my arms, Amy stands with me, helping to settle Lexi back into her crib. We tiptoe down the dark hall to Amy and Kira’s bedroom, keeping the bedroom lights off until we’ve safely shut the door behind us.

Amy takes off for her closet without me.

“Hey, what was that supposed to mean? Are you upset with me? Did I do something wrong?” I ask.

“Maybe you did, maybe you didn’t.” Amy’s voice is muffled by her clothes as she sorts through them.

I roll my eyes. “Okay, really though. This isn’t a compulsion.”

“Really though, if I’m ever upset, I’ll tell you when I want to tell you. That’s what we both agreed on to fight back against your OCD’s crafty mind games, right?”

I sigh. “Right.”

She turns to me with a lacy set of black lingerie. “Here it is.”

I frown. “What do you mean, ‘here it is?’ Whose are those?”

“Yours, now. Put them on. They don’t fit me, and they’re going to look amazing on your ass.”

Before I can protest, Amy slaps my ass on the way out of the closet. I burst into laughter, smacking her back. “Excuse me?! I can’t walk out wearing lingerie in front of your wife!”

“Just humor me, okay?” Amy shuts the door behind me. “You need a reminder of how badass and sexy you are, I can tell. Put them on, and send a picture to Noah. Then I’ll let you borrow that silk nightgown you always used to steal.”

I groan, but I’m smiling wide as I strip in Amy’s closet. “Fine, fine.”

Once I have the lingerie on, I gasp. I’ve never worn underwear like this before, arching up and over my hip bones to show off the curve of my thighs. Lace frames my breasts, the cups stationed extra low as if they’re daring to flash my nipples.

Amy pokes her head in. “Holy shit— See?! Okay, you’re right, my wife can’t see you in this.”

I sputter out a laugh. “When should I text this to Noah? Should I wait? What if he comes over and interrupts movie night to mate with me and we ruin your couch?” I giggle harder. “Okay, don’t answer that. That was definitely an intrusive thought.”

“Wait, no, that would actually be hilarious. Let’s prop the girls up to make it come true.” Amy’s rambunctious giggles make me laugh even harder as she helps me readjust the push-up bra until my breasts look ready to spill from the cups. “And now your hair—” Amy tousles my hair in my face before throwing it back. “Good. Now you look like you started without him.”

With my long, black hair messily flipped to over one side, I turn to the side, letting out a loud gasp. “Okay, maybe—” I clear my throat. “Maybe I do have a nice ass.”

“Girl, don’t even joke. I bet Noah can’t get enough of it.”

“Amy, stop!” I laugh. “How should I even pose?”

She rotates my hips. “Wait, twist yourself— No, with your ass sticking out— Yes!”

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