Page 149 of Freeing My Alpha

Noah gasps over me, gripping my head. “Oh, fuck. I’m so fucking sorry he did this. My sweet Omega, I—”

“He’s gone!” I’m crying, but I’m also laughing. Noah pulls back, his eyes wide. “He’s gone, Noah! We can enjoy our mating ceremony without having to watch our backs. We can have our baby, we can—”

Noah kisses me so hard that I have to cling to him to remain upright. Even as wolves surround us, we topple into the leaves, eager hands tugging at each other’s hair.

Then Noah lets out a desperate whine. “O-Omega, I want to feel you closer.”

I try to soothe him with my scent, but his Alpha musk frightens nearby Omega wolves into scurrying away. Noah wasn’t kidding; his wolf is acting even weirder than mine today.

“Noah, are you about to slip into—”

He nips at my neck, and my whole body jolts before melting into his arms at the pleasure sweeping my core. Whether I want to or not, I moan loud enough for our onlookers to hear.

But when I hear rustling in the nearby leaves, my eyes snap open. “O-oh, God. Noah, um—”

Noah grips my back, licking and biting my neck until my hips buck into his. “I want you. I want to give you that baby.” His eyes are a vivid yellow.

“Alpha, wait. I’m sorry, but I don't feel too well.”

His hungry growls revert into whimpers. Softening his hold, he rubs his protective scent across my cheek. “Shit, I’m sorry. I’ve got you, my sweet Omega.” Then he growls. “That piece of shit ruined your day right when you felt so happy. I should kill him, just for that.”

I gasp. “Noah!”

He halts, his eyes reverting to their usual teal. Then he bursts into laughter. “S-sorry. My wolf is absolutely wild for you today. I feel like a hormonal teenager.”

After today's stress, Noah’s gentle smile restarts my tears.

Noah smooths my hair back before pulling my head to his chest. I nuzzle into his warmth, listening for his heartbeat. It’s pounding like he’s been sprinting for an hour.

“I didn’t mean to make you so riled up,” I sputter through tears.

“Shh, my love.” He kisses me softly, his shoulders raising like they're desperate to cocoon me even closer. “I love you. You’re so right, this is cause to celebrate. And I can’t believe I'm about to be able to hold you like this as my Luna for the rest of my life.”

I stroke his cheek, a luscious fire erupting in my belly from his smoldering gaze

“You’re beautiful, Alpha. I'm absolutely dying to be your Luna.” I pull back with a hammering heart. “But there’s something else I need to tell you.”

Noah's expanding ribs halt, his stare locking onto mine in anticipation.

But the more my heart picks up the pace, the more nauseated I feel. I swallow hard, taking slow, steady breaths.

I’m so nervous to tell Noah I might actually be pregnant now, especially because it’s still too early to know for certain. I grab his hands anyway, determined to try my best for my mate. “Don’t freak out.”

His brows furrow. “Well, too late.”

I let out a sharp, anxious laugh. “Really, Noah. I don’t know if it’s true, but—” I swallow hard, unable to look into his vulnerable, worried eyes. “Amy noticed something different about me. So did your mom. It might explain why your wolf is feeling protective. Mine has been too, all day.”

“My mom said something to you? Amy too?” Noah’s eyes widen, his sudden seriousness rattling me. He holds me by the shoulders, looking me all over. “What’s wrong, Omega? Are you hurt?”

I halt his frantic search with a gentle touch on his chin, just before he starts sniffing me. “Nothing’s wrong. That’s the thing. It's so good, I don't want to lose any of it. Between mating with the love of my life, and now this...” I bite my quivering lip. “This is all I’ve ever wanted, right here.”

With shaking fingers, I lift Noah’s hands from my cheeks, placing them over my flat abdomen.

“I got really scared earlier when I saw a little blood.” My heart races, but Noah remains still. “But Amy thinks it was implantation bleeding. And without even telling your mom, she said she thinks I’m pregnant, and—” The breath Noah draws steals mine, anticipation stretching every second tenfold. “And my wolf agrees.”

But the smile Noah melts into makes me weep.

“A-Aliya...” His voice shakes as his hands can’t decide where to land, finally settling on my cheeks. Noah takes short, desperate breaths, sniffing my neck.

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