Page 88 of The Alpha's Sold Pregnant Mate

She wanted him to mark her, to solidify their bond, and finally become one with him in thoughts and emotions. She'd wanted this since she learned about the ritual months ago.

Elder William had told her that the mark was the final act of the Pack’s Alpha to prove that the bitten was indeed his mate. The mark had a deeper connection than just a bite. It was a symbol of love, connection, and authority, the unbreakable seal binding an Alpha and his mate. Esme knew that, and she wanted it—she wanted that seal.

Asher understood the dangers of marking her while she was pregnant. So, he decided it was best to do so when she had recovered. Besides, he needed to hear her respond to those three little words.

His mind drifted to the day of her delivery. During that time, he had thought that his heart was going to explode out of his chest. He'd never witnessed childbirth before, and it was a very horrifying scene to behold

He feared for her life and the life of the baby; thousands of thoughts, both negative and positive, were running through his mind at the same time. Asher had to be strong for Esme despite how overwhelmed by fear and concern he was.

At some point, he thought that she was going to die, to give up the ghost, because her life seemed to be draining out of her. He had never been so afraid in his life, never been so worried, and Elder William would later tell him that that the fear was a testament of true love.

The joy in his heart when the baby was finally born knew no bounds. He was glad for two reasons: His wife would no longer have to push again, and the long-awaited Alpha's son had finally arrived.

The pride in his eyes was so palpable when his wife held their baby in her arms, chuckling amidst sobs as she cooed the infant.

It was unbelievable. Esme, that outcast from a small town, was now a mother, and he was a father.

‘I’m a father…” he thought to himself.

The past few months had been the best of his life. It was one blessing after another. He remembered how glad he was when Esme finally lifted the curse on their lands and blessed the Pack with fertility. But even that joy could not be compared to the joy he felt when Harry was born.

The curse had been lifted, and his Pack had never been safer. His wife was a powerful witch who had given him a son. What more could he ask for?

His life was perfect!

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Asher lay on the bed, stripped from the waist upwards, revealing his build and broad chest. He heard the shower go off, and soon after, Esme stepped out, casting a flirtatious grin at him.

A white towel was wrapped around her moist body, and her hair was wet.

He licked his lower lip, rubbing his palms in glee as he watched her, imagining the many different ways that he could devour her.

“Do you like what you see?” she asked in a rather sexy tone, and he smiled.

Asher got out of the bed and majestically walked over to her.

“Why wouldn't I when you look so ravishing?” He pulled her to himself, brushing his boner over her.

“Hmm. You're so hard already,” she teased, tracing her hand over the print in his pants.

“That's because I want you,” he said to her, gently pushing her hair to the back of her ear. “You're so gorgeous… So hot. I could devour you like a hungry beast right now.”

“Ooh, I like the sound of that.” She drew close, so close that they could feel each other's breaths on their faces. She stuck out her tongue and ran it along his lips.

Asher slipped one hand between her legs and gently traveled up to her mound. She felt the breeze from the gasp that came forth from her.

She was wet, just as he liked her. With his middle finger, he slowly moved up and down her entrance as he savored the expression on her face.

Her moans made him harder, and he continued to gaze at the sexy look on her face.

“Your fingers…I love what you're doing with them,” she said softly, wallowing in ecstasy.

Her moans were soon sealed by his lips fervently clasping hers, gluing her into a passionate kissing session. She held onto him, unable to get enough even as they could barely breathe.

He could tell by the movement of her body that she was enjoying the sensation of his fingers inside her and his tongue simultaneously in her mouth.

With careful movements, he pushed her to a wall, where she leaned her back as he placed a hand over her head while still fingering her folds.

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