Page 59 of Freeing My Alpha

But Lilian is solely focused on her Luna duties. She rubs her neck along the Omega's forehead, blessing him with a burst of her nurturing scent.

The Alpha weeps against his mate's cheek, kissing his mark on the Omega's neck over and over again. “I love you, Omega. Soak the blessing in for me, okay?”

“You don’t want a blessing today, Alpha?” Lilian asks.

The Alpha hugs his mate a little tighter, his smile growing. “Please give my mate mine for today, Luna.”

I’m overcome by the beauty of the pure devotion in front of me, my eyes watering as Lilian dives back in for a second blessing.

I let the mates inspire me as I turn my focus inward, concentrating my emotions into my scent to create my blessing. I think about my love for every pack member. My hope for this couple’s dreams. My joy for every mated pair. My adoration for Noah, allowing me to witness so much beauty I’ve never seen before. Most importantly, I picture a little pup forming in the Omega’s womb, imagining them growing and growing until they’re safely burrowed in this couple’s loving arms.

Within seconds, I’m oozing a sugary, adoring scent so potent that I can smell myself. Rubbing my scent gland along the Omega’s lower abdomen, I’m surprised by the couple’s collective sigh. They weep together, murmuring soft love for each other. I brim with tears, amazed by their sincerity.

When I turn to check Noah’s expression, his laser-focused eyes are already on me. I can’t believe how deeply I'm in love with you.

I swallow hard, stifling the pulsing heat in my groin as my heart rate skyrockets.

As Lilian drags me to the next knotted couple, she leans in to whisper. “The mates we just blessed are already pregnant.”

I gasp. “What?! How do you know?”

“I could smell it. Honestly, I can smell it all over this field, Aliya.” Lilian sighs like I’ve somehow inconvenienced her, although I can’t imagine how.

“What’s wrong, Luna? Did I do something weird again?” I ask.

She avoids my eyes, lifting her chin and trudging ahead with a frown. “Thanks to a certain aphrodisiac stew incident in the Community Center, I bet we’ll have a lot of pregnancies this month. I’m going to be extra busy pulling pups out of wombs nonstop by the start of next year.”

Oh, that’s how I’ve inconvenienced her. My heart sprints, and I’m flustered to my core; our baby-making scent infused into the community stew last week.

I gape at Noah trailing behind us. He has to bite back a shy laugh, covering it with his palm.

Lilian wraps her arm around my shoulders. “It’s okay. It’s a good thing. I’m not sure if you realize this, but you and Noah are sex symbols for the pack.”

My feet slow. “What? That sounds a bit degrading for how much hard work it is.”

Lilian scoffs, rolling her eyes. “Humans.”

Noah growls, and Lilian jumps.

She hurriedly rubs my arm. “Sorry, Aliya. What I’m trying to say is the top Alpha and pack Luna's relationship represents how loving and tight-knit the pack is at its core. Your intimacy inspires the pack to love harder, and sex is a healthy part of wolf culture. It’s not shameful, degrading, or frowned upon here. It's an act of bonding and loyalty.”

Lilian squeezes my hand, her eyes scanning the field for where to deliver our next blessing.

“It's a crucial honor to be the pack's leading sexual pair. One you already have deep influence in.”

As the next mated couple thrusts into each other before my eyes, putting their entire bodies into their lovemaking, I can feel their fierce commitment to each other through their scent. Lilian is telling the truth.

Which means I’m the pack’s queen of sex, and Noah is the king.

And to my surprise, especially after all I’ve been through, there’s nothing I want more.

I stop in my tracks. “Wait, Luna—” My hands land on my abdomen, twisting my heart. “Does that mean you can already smell if I'm pregnant?”

Lilian doubles back for me. As she leans in to sniff my neck, my heartbeat throbs into my ears.

“Hmm...” Lilian says nothing more.

My heart sinks, knowing it wasn't an immediate yes. Noah wraps his arm around my waist, and I’m tempted to burrow into him to hide forever.

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