Page 35 of Freeing My Alpha

When he pulls me into a kiss, his overheated—and very naked—hips fall flush against me from the start. I let out a surprised hum at the sudden pressure. Encouraged by my pleased reaction, Noah tightens his grip, enveloping me in his desirous scent.

“I’m out of here,” Yasmine says at the tree line.

I giggle, breaking our kiss. “Sorry, Yas! Will you still come over for dinner tomorrow?”

She winks before turning her back with a wave. “Anything for you, babe!”

I laugh. But Noah doesn’t smile and roll his eyes at Yasmine’s incessant flirting like he usually would. He glares at Yasmine’s retreating back before tucking his chin over my shoulder, squeezing me as close as he can manage.

“What’s going on for you, Alpha?”

“I don’t know. I usually miss you so much during the day. It’s so nice to see you here.”

“I wish I could be here every day too.” I pull back, putting on a cheery smile. “But hey, summer break begins soon, so I won't teach during the week. Maybe a year or two after I become Luna, I could stop working at my school to help you with—”

Noah’s brows pinch with his irritated huff. “No. Never quit your job for me. If I ever ask you to do that, wolf-divorce me.”

I sputter out a laugh. “Noah!? Oh, my God!” He softens into a half-smile, and I draw him back in for a cuddle. “It's just— What if I could help even more kids here?”

“You genuinely love your kids. Just that alone is changing more lives than you know.”

I buzz all over, his words hitting deep in my heart. “Thank you. And I do love them, but...”

My throat tightens. I’ve wanted to ask Noah a favor for weeks, but I wasn’t sure if it was fair. I don’t want to use his authority for my benefit.

But Noah’s story last night about a distraught Rogue mom was the deciding factor. The occasional Rogue is an abuser banished from their pack, but far more Rogues are abuse survivors—and their children. It kills me to think there are so many pups suffering without the comfort of a pack community after facing trauma that I know firsthand is lifelong.

What scares me the most are our pack’s Alpha-domination men. The newest Rogues have to wait for a full moon to be formally inducted into the pack. Each approaching week before the ceremony feels like a silent threat, awaiting these Alphas’ potentially violent acts of dissent. I trust Noah’s protection of us. I just don’t trust those Alphas—or what they’re teaching their kids about their new classmates.

Noah’s eyebrows furrow. “What’s wrong?”

My voice shakes. “I know we have the Forest School for our pack pups, and that I love my job, but I feel like I see something urgent we might need here, and I feel called to help.”

I’m antsy with anticipation as Noah’s wolf appears to stare through his piercing eyes, his focus unwavering. “Okay, I’m all ears.”

I swallow hard. “I was wondering if it’d still be possible for me to help Rogues adjust to life within the pack somehow, and it got me thinking...” I grip my skirt, taking a deep breath. “What if I helped to start a Rogue daycare here, transitioning them into school with the existing pack pups?”

Noah’s eyes widen, and words come spurting out of me.

“It’s almost summertime, so I could easily help set it up now, and maybe even work there on weekends, or take the second shift after my half-day preschool classes—”

“Oh. Fuck, wow.” Noah grips his head, shaking it. I’m so anxious about what he’ll think of my request that when his eyes zip back to mine, I flinch. “No, no, it’s not bad. I just can’t handle— Ugh, fuck, I need to get a grip.” Noah bites his lip, his eyes swimming with affection. “That would be amazing, sweet Omega.”

My heart lifts. “Really?”

“Goddess, yes. I can just picture your presence in their lives being so healing. Not just healing, but exactly what they need, and—” Noah beams, although I sense laced pain hidden in his roaming stare. He adjusts his hold, softening his fingers into gentle sweeps down my arms. “As long as it’s something you want, and not just to please me. I’d love to support you.”

I chuckle, sorting Noah’s frazzled hair. “Okay, there’s something else off about you today. You’re stuck at 90% wolf brain; I can hear it.”

He groans, burying his nose in my neck. When I shiver, he can’t seem to help himself. Kissing my neck up and down, Noah reverts to sucking and licking my scent gland, blazing heat through my groin. It spurs my breath into a whimper. My hips grind against his on instinct, and he slides his big hands down my back, stopping on my ass.

I grip his hair, breathing into his heavy grinds as they send pulses of pleasure up my core. “Oh, God. Whatever you’re doing, I’m not going to last long. I’m glad I brought condoms with me today.”

Noah growls, smashing his lips against mine. His tongue slips into my mouth, and my thighs part for him. He indulges me with a rolling pressure against my clit, his thigh slipping against my flowy skirt.

“Mm!” I tug him to the ground, desperate to feel his weight on top of me.

But as Noah kneels over me on all fours, we jump as someone clears their throat from within the trees.

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