Page 25 of Sold to the Alpha Wolf

We both stilled, and I shooed her away to get the supplies before turning around and closing things back up.

“Omega, did you growl at—”

Senna rushed me, her hand in a claw as she pulled me farther into the room and right near the bed, where she’d reformed the blankets into a larger well of cushions.

“Mine.” Senna’s pupils were dilated, that feral need creating a deep pink flush beneath her skin. “She can’t…”

Realization struck, and I rocked my head in a slow nod, stroking my hands down Senna’s arms again.

“I’m sorry, sweetness. I was just getting you the food you need. MacKenzie isn’t pulling me away. I’m yours. I’m here.”

Senna refocused on me, nodding quicker as the territorial urge backed off. She licked her lips, chewing on her bottom lip for a moment. As she released a shuddering breath, Senna turned, crawling into the bed, careful not to disturb the den she’d made.

It was nearly pitch black in here with the blackout curtains drawn, and I thanked the Gods for a wolf’s keen eyesight.

After circling on her knees a few times, Senna sat near the head of the bed, satisfied with her den. I tried to crawl in after her, and another of her growls stopped me.

“Honey, you need to let me in if I’m going to help you.”

Senna shook her head, trying to fight against the hormones that were coursing especially strongly in her right now. The entire room smelled of rose and almond, with barely a hint of my natural scent remaining.

“Right, yes. I want that.” She looked down at my hands, where I leaned on the bed. “Just be…be careful.”

“I will, sweetness.”

Doing everything I could to climb in next to her without messing anything up, I managed to get in and kneeled just before her.

“Take your shirt off.” She glared at my chest like the fabric was offending her. “And your pants.”

“All right, Omega. I will. Are you sure you’re—”

“Now. Please.”

Another wave coursed through her, and it hit me practically at the same time. My mind swirled with lust, and I tore my clothes from me as fast as I could without ruining Senna’s den. Getting down to my boxers, I chucked my clothes to the side of the bed.

Senna’s eyes flared wide as she roamed them over me, and more black ate up the blue of her irises.

“Let me take care of you, Senna.”

I crawled closer to her, but she ducked her head and held up a hand.

“Wait. Before…before I can’t think anymore.” She looked up at me, her stare having a hard time staying away from the straining erection behind my boxers.

“What, baby?” I let that purr rumble through me as I spoke, and she calmed some, so I stroked a hand down her cheek.

“I…I’ll get pregnant. At least, it’ll be very possible. Are you…” She sucked in a breath as another surge made her nipples harden beneath the thin fabric of the sheet. “Are you…okay with that? Because if not, you should probably…um…grab something.”

I’d completely forgotten about that aspect of the heat in all the commotion, all the work of healing wounds and gaining Senna’s trust. But the thought of truly breeding her, of breeding my mate, made me feral with desire. I could picture her round with my child. I could imagine all too well the sensation of filling her with my seed as I rutted our mate claim into full strength.

“Oh, fuck yes, sweetness. I am very okay with that.”

Chapter 11 - Senna

A part of me knew that Jet’s behavior was likely due to the proximity of my heat working with the mate bond between us. However, a much larger part of me heard his words. I felt that vow he’d made to me to protect me, and dammit, I didn’t want to fight this anymore.

We were mates. We were. And I was ready to let myself be cared for and even…loved by this incredible alpha before me.

Moreover, I frankly adored how protective and possessive he was of me. I felt the same, after all. Even just thinking about the other female wolf talking to him, especially during my heat when my hormones were flaring, made a growl want to sneak out of me. I didn’t have a proper growl like a shifter with their wolf, but I’d manage.

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