Page 115 of Freeing My Alpha

“It’s sad to see you go. I hope you know I value your efforts for our students here—” Mrs. Jacobs clears her throat. “Although, I know I might not have shown it in the past.”

Irritation flares in my chest. I drop my head against Noah’s shoulder as I mindlink him. Nope, she’s clueless. Of course she finally decides to care about me right when my mate is buried inside me!

Noah bites his lips, squeezing his eyes shut to keep from exploding. Aliya, stop making me laugh! I'm going to—

I take a deep breath, trying not to giggle with him. But Noah's silent laughter shakes me anyway, his knot pushing deeper as his tip bumps against my cervix, over and over.

I let out an uncontainable whimper.

And Mrs. Jacobs takes another step closer. “Goodness, are you okay?”

My nails dig into Noah’s arm. “N-no! Don’t come closer.”

“No, you’re not okay?”

“I-I’m fine! I’m just—” I look at the toilet beneath my arched torso and blurt out the first thing I can think of. “I’m just puking a little.”

“Oh, goodness,” Mrs. Jacobs says. “Are you sick?”

“I-I don’t know. I’m—” I glance at Noah behind me, wincing at what I’m about to say. “I’ve been trying to get pregnant with my fiancé, so...”

Noah slams his hand over his mouth, forcing back a laugh. Oh, Goddess, Omega... Good thing that's out of context and she doesn’t know we’re literally trying in here—

Stop! It’s the truth! I bite my lips, staring at the ceiling before I burst into giggles with him.

But his shaft won't stop prodding me, building enough pressure to make my knees dip for more. When I squish my ass as tight as I can against his hips, Noah's silent laugh is interrupted by a soft gasp.

Then Mrs. Jacobs is silent for a long time. Too long.

Oh, my God, Noah! She's getting closer!

Sorry!

It's not your fault; why isn't this lady leaving?!

Mrs. Jacob’s voice quivers, scandalization emanating through every syllable. “I-is your fiancé in there with you? I heard a man.”

“Mrs. Jacobs, please, leave us. He’s— He’s helping me hold my hair back, so you don’t have to worry about me.”

Then Noah clears his throat, placing his hand back over my abdomen. “You feel nauseous again, don’t you? It’s going to be okay, love. Just let it out.”

My eyes widen, realizing he’s doing his best to save the situation.

But my heart nearly bursts at the way he’s holding my belly, considering the context; not only did we just have unprotected sex, but he filled me up so much that I feel super pregnant. Especially when he holds my stomach like that.

My breath doubles in speed, my hand skating over my abdomen with him. Emotions erupt in our bond until my heart leaps into my throat, Noah’s wolf nipping my wolf’s neck.

But Noah's human form hugs me tighter, refocusing me.

Omega, you’re going to have to scare her off. For a species that’s all about privacy, humans made ridiculous bathroom stalls with big-ass gaps.

The heat in his stare tells me he knows exactly what I’m thinking, but he’s right; Mrs. Jacobs needs to leave.

I make the best fake gagging sound I can manage, interrupted by a laugh I can only disguise with a heaving cough.

“Good girl. Let it out,” Noah says.

“O-oh, goodness! Excuse me—” Mrs. Jacobs leaves as quickly as she can, the heavy door slamming shut behind her.

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