Page 166 of Freeing My Alpha

“Oh, Goddess,” he whimpers. Noah crumbles over me, his knot expanding as his hips continue to jerk.

He’s whining too heavily to speak, but I can still feel his ecstasy through his mindlink. I want you to feel how much you mean to me. Can I mark you again?

My body instinctively bares my neck and ass, allowing Noah to pump a few residual bursts into me. It hits so deep that my back arches on the edge of release.

His fangs clamp into my neck so hard that I yelp, but my resulting orgasm shakes through me. Noah overwhelms me with pleasure, kneading my clit as he rocks his tip into my crowded cervix, his knot giving me the most filling hug I can imagine between my legs.

“I-I love you—” My cries are whispers, but I know Noah can feel it. I love him too much for anyone to not smell it for miles.

By the time his hips still, we’re both whimpering through tears. I can feel how committed he is to me through his fresh mark, letting me know he’s here to stay. He feels more in love and sure about my status in his life than ever. This shatters the rest of my composure, breaking me into sobs.

Noah stops my mark from bleeding, caressing my belly as he holds me upright. “Shh, gorgeous Luna. Breathe deep.”

I nuzzle against him, never wanting to let go.

He plants soft, tender kisses all over my neck, cheek, and shoulder. “I’m sorry, gorgeous. I didn’t mean to be so rough on your neck.”

“No, I loved it. I loved it so much.”

“Good. I’ve got you, love.” Running his hands over our baby, Noah urges another sob from my lips. “You’re so fucking beautiful and brave. Thank you for doing this with me.”

“I wanted to. I just love you so much, Noah. So much that I can’t stop crying. I can’t believe we’re having a baby.”

I trace his arm down to my belly, holding our pup together. As we share a weepy kiss, my heart won’t stop flipping.

But then Noah’s eyes flicker open, analyzing every approaching wolf.

My stomach drops when I register the sheer mass of them that have been witnessing us. Except they’re not just staring anymore. They’re heading directly for us.

I whimper, curling into my mate as protective instincts rupture within me. “A-Alpha!”

“Oh, my poor sweetheart.” Noah coos over me, his scent exploding with reassurance. “It’s okay, gorgeous Luna. You’re safe.”

My shoulders loosen, but that doesn’t stop me from being confused. “What are they doing?”

Noah breaks into a shy smile, tracing gentle circles over my belly. “Since you’re our official blessing holder, they want to return the favor whenever the Alpha and Luna mate. They’re going to ask the Moon Goddess to bless us with pregnancy.”

“Oh. How sweet.” I bite my lips through fresh tears. Noah chuckles, kissing my fresh mark until I liquify in his arms.

“There you go. Good girl.” His humming breath makes me squirm with leftover pleasure, my enamored scent billowing from my pores. Noah takes a deep whiff, humming with delight. “I love how you smell. You’re so pregnant.”

I erupt in giggles, but when he flexes inside me in response, I nearly topple over from exhaustion. “Oh, God, Noah—”

“Relax, Luna. Drop your whole weight on me.”

I do as I’m told, leaning back against my mate’s chest. His arms encompass all of me, holding me in as tight as they can while gently protecting my belly. I feel so good to be held by him that I can't stop moaning in pure comfort.

But as he gives the surrounding wolves the go-ahead to approach with a nod, my heartbeat hammers once more.

“Noah, won’t they smell I’m already pregnant?” I whisper.

He stiffens, and all approaching wolves freeze in place. “Shit, you’re right.” He’s silent for a long moment. “Did you want to tell them?”

“Well, I want to—” I swallow hard. “But it’s still early. What if— If I—” I shake my head at the thought of losing the baby beneath our palms, my heart threatening to shatter right here.

“Hey, hey, hey— Don’t blame yourself for that before it even happens. If it ever will.” Noah kisses me with a gentle purr, sending a shiver down my over-sensitive spine. “Wolves see pregnancy in the Moon Goddess’s control. They'd want to grieve with us as much as they want to celebrate.”

My heart flips. “Really?”

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