Page 60 of Freeing My Alpha

But his warmth stabilizes me. “You just started ovulating, my sweet Omega. It's too early to tell.”

“Oh.” My shoulders sink despite Noah rescuing my hope. “I guess I'll keep having to be patient then.”

Noah chuckles, kissing me on my cheek over and over again until I break into a smile. Lilian gives me a subtle wink, extending her hand for me to return to work.

From then on, I bless every couple with my full heart, any remaining awkwardness or embarrassment washing away. Considering how my ex made me view sex, the raw power of this moment is hitting me hard. This ritual is beyond healing for my soul. It’s transformative.

When I turn to Noah after blessing the last knot, Lilian separates from me quickly, heading for the tree line. It startles me; what’s she running from?

“Luna?!” I call after her.

I don’t understand why other lingering, knot-free wolves scamper away from us too.

Until my eyes land on Noah’s hard bulge, visible even by moonlight.

I swallow hard.

Noah’s chest heaves as his stare indulges in every inch of my body. “I changed my mind. I want to make you feel good.”

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Shuddering at Noah’s deep voice, I drip into my panties. Squeezing my thighs together, I glance around us at the open field. There’s nothing to cover us except a few distant trees.

“Here?” I ask.

“If you want. Only if you want.” He steps closer, stooping over to kiss my shoulder. Shivers erupt down my spine.

“Noah,” I breathe, sinking into him.

His thigh grinds between my legs, and I can feel the eyes on us. My cheeks are hot red, but...

“I do want to,” I whisper. “In front of everyone.”

We meet eyes, and Noah gapes.

My voice shakes, but resolve fills my tone. “You heard correctly. I want this so badly, I could lay back and drop my legs open for you, right this second.”

Noah stares as if he’s memorizing me, permanently etching my portrait into his mind. Before I can blink, he draws me in for a fierce kiss, hugging my waist to his hips.

His cock flexes against my belly. I can’t resist stroking it through his pants, rubbing more reactions from it until Noah growls.

He pulls back, breathless. “I don’t have protection.”

“I know,” I say. “I still want that baby if you still do.”

Noah’s eyes gleam brighter in the moonlight, his scent erupting so heavily that my eyes water.

“Of course I do,” he purrs. “Relax on your back for me. I want to mate you face-to-face.”

My stomach flips, anticipation mixing with the pulsing heartbeat between my legs as I excitedly sit on the damp grass.

But as I lay back for him, the sight of him above me threatens to trigger another flashback.

Noah freezes in a crouch, feeling the shift in our bond. “What's wrong? Talk to me.”

“I'm having trouble staying present—” I swallow hard, struggling to explain the worst part. “In this position. I don’t want a flashback to stop us.”

Noah settles on his knees, opening his hands for me to grasp. “Sit on top of me, instead.”

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