Page 113 of Freeing My Alpha

But what comes out of Noah’s mouth is something I didn’t expect.

“My— My sweet Luna—” His words set off a cascade in my body, leaving me no room to escape the pleasure.

I fawn for him as I come. Noah takes his opening to sink his fangs into my mark, telling me his wolf meant every word.

I explode from the inside out, moaning to the ceiling like I’m praying to the Moon Goddess. Noah covers my mouth as I come louder than I ever have, every cry squeezing more and more sensation out of his thrusts. He groans against my neck, and Noah’s thick burst of fluid in my core extends my orgasm with his every spurt.

I didn’t know our bond would change if Noah marked me twice, but now that he has, our bond crackles into a million shards. My breath catches in panic, but as our bond reforms, I fall limp into his arms, unable to stand on my own from the emotional waterfall overcoming me. But Noah clings to me like his life depends on it, his desperate breaths against my neck telling me it’s hitting him just as heavily.

Our bond knits ten times as strong, weaving deeper than I knew possible. The inner world we’ve created washes over with our affection, everything we’ve felt for each other since meeting flashing before my eyes.

Noah doesn’t just love me, he loves being alive alongside me, just like I love being alive alongside him.

As his knot stations itself hard between my legs, I burst into tears, relishing in how close I feel to him. Each flex of my core urges more seed from him, pulling it towards my womb. I can’t catch my breath between sobs, panting like I just ran a marathon in his arms. Noah licks the blood from my neck until it stops, and he whines as he holds me against him. It ricochets such a conflicting mix of emotions through me that I whine with him.

I love every second of it.

But as Noah whimpers against my cheek, his emotions dissolve into panic. “Shit, was I too rough? Goddess, you’re so upset— I-I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you—”

“Noah— Noah, listen—” I grip his arms, struggling to soothe his panic.

Whether it’s leftover from his rut, my heat, or our fresh bond, our emotions are in full blast, and Noah hasn’t lost the clouded quality to his voice. He breathes hard and fast, and I know he needs me to ground him, but my wolf won’t stop whining with him long enough to calm him. I just love him so much.

I take deep, steady breaths, moaning through the hard, satiating prodding from Noah’s shaft against my cervix. Once I can manage a slower inhale, I sharpen my voice on instinct.

“Hey, listen.”

My strange, Alpha-like scent slips from me again, freezing Noah in place. With a hammering heart, I shove that piece of me back down, softening my voice.

“Sorry, it’s just— You didn’t hurt me. I’m so in love with you that I can’t stop crying, especially because I can’t stop thinking I might be pregnant with your baby now.”

“Goddess— Oh, Goddess, I can’t even process that yet.” Noah shudders, kissing my cheek over and over. As he sheds a few tears with me, Noah’s lip quivers. “Fuck, Aliya, why am I such a wreck?”

I nuzzle him back, desperate to soothe his tears. But his hands don’t stay on my waist. I gasp, my eyelids fluttering as his hot palms instinctively protect my filled abdomen. He caresses my belly like I’m already pregnant, thrusting my heart into a rollercoaster of emotions.

Until Noah stops with a groan. “Shit, no, I also f-fucked up just now. My blurry rut head isn’t an excuse. I didn’t mean to pressure you with those words about the— The future. About being Luna so soon. I don’t expect—”

My heart drops. “Noah, stop. Please, don't continue that sentence.”

I swallow my disappointment. A selfish part of me wishes he’d beg me to be his Luna now, no matter how unhealthy it'd be. But Noah is right; it should be my call to say I feel ready. Not only will we be performing the equivalent of a marriage ceremony in front of the entire pack, but part of my lifelong commitment will be dedicating the rest of my life to everyone in Greenfield. Claiming I’m ready impacts far more wolves than just us.

He whimpers. “Fuck, please don’t be sad. I said that wrong—”

I hug his arms around me, giving him a tender squeeze. “I’m okay. But I did miss doing this with you. I love you so much that my heart aches.”

Noah’s shoulders droop, cocooning him around me. “Oh, my sweet—” Noah huffs, dropping to a shy whisper. “Fuck. S-sorry—”

My heart leaps. Did he almost call me his Luna again?

Noah smashes his lips against mine, his chest heaving against my back. He caresses my body, but I stop his palm on my stomach, loving how it feels.

Furrowing his brows, Noah strokes my abdomen with his thumb. “You okay?”

“I really like that,” I whisper.

This slows Noah’s worries to a stop. He breaks into a weary grin. “My sweet wolf with baby fever is still in control too, isn't she?” He circles his fingertips around my abdomen, making me shiver. He purrs, softening his voice between gentle cheek kisses. “Okay, I hear you. I’ve got you, Omega. You’re okay. We’re both okay.”

I whimper, nuzzling into his lips for more. “I want to carry a baby for you so badly.”

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