Page 30 of Bully Alpha's Pregnant Mate

Suddenly, her whole body goes stiff. She cries out, arching her back, and her thighs squeeze my head like a vice. I keep licking her, slowly, as her orgasm subsides.

“Fuck!” Her scream fills the room.

Her thighs release me, and her hands fall away from my head. She sinks back against the bookshelf, looking down at me with half-closed eyes.

Every part of me wants to stand back up, to take her here and now and claim her right here in the middle of the bookstore.

But this is her place. Her world. Her safe space.

I don’t want to take her here. I want to take her back home. And I want it to be her decision, not mine.

I slowly stand. Her eyes are wide, watching me as if she’s still trying to process what just happened. I reach down, grab her dress, and pull it back down, covering her. She stares up at me, her mouth parted slightly. For a second, neither of us speaks.

Then, I reach up and tuck her hair behind her ear. “Enjoy the rest of your shift, Isadora. See you at home.”

She swallows hard and nods, still looking a little dazed.

I head for the door, every part of me aching to stay. But the last thing I want is to pressure her or push her. I don’t want her to make a decision she’ll regret. So, instead, I walk away, praying to every deity I can think of that when she comes home later, we’ll pick up exactly where we left off.

Chapter 14 - Isadora

Tonight, East Hills has gone all-out with the celebration—streamers strung between trees, tables packed with food, and more string lights than I knew the pack owned. Music thumps from speakers near the bonfire, and the rhythm blends into the laughter and voices. It’s a perfect backdrop for the mingling of our three packs: East Hills, Starfire Hollow, and Red Arrow.

There’s a familiarity to the faces around me, but tonight, people seem to treat me less like the luna and more like any other pack member. It’s almost like old times again.

A friendly face appears out of the crowd—Eva, a pack member I vaguely remember from high school. She’s somehow even chattier than I recall, clutching my arm as she drags me toward the drink table.

“Isadora!” she exclaims. “There you are! We’ve barely seen you all night.”

“Pretty sure I’ve only been here for ten minutes,” I laugh, trying not to trip over a few clumps of grass as she practically hauls me forward.

Eva grins, all enthusiasm and energy, and her short black curls bounce with every step. “Well, it’s about time. Look, you have to try Ian’s punch. He thinks he’s some kind of mixologist now, but it’s honestly the most drinkable thing here.”

I raise an eyebrow, amused. “Is that a compliment to Ian?”

“Barely,” she deadpans, rolling her eyes. “But hey, it gets the job done.”

The punch turns out to be surprisingly good. Eva and I stay by the drink table, catching up while people passby, nodding and stopping to chat for a few minutes. I feel surprisingly at ease, a feeling that’s only grown over the past few days.

Slowly but surely, I’m starting to get used to all of this. It’s my pack, after all, even if sometimes it feels like Alec’s position casts a bigger shadow than I’d like to admit.

Quincey joins us after a few minutes, grinning like he’s got a secret as he hands me a beer and clinks his own against it. “There she is! Already being subjected to Eva’s drunken chattiness, I see?”

Eva smacks him playfully on the arm. “Chatty? I’m showing her the ropes. Someone has to make sure she enjoys the party.”

“And I’m grateful for it,” I tell her, taking a sip of my drink and smiling. “Besides, it’s nice to see so many faces from East Hills. I’ve been so focused on helping Alec and Jade that I’ve barely had a chance to get acquainted with everyone.”

Eva brightens, waving over two more East Hills pack members I haven’t met yet. “Then let’s fix that! Isadora, meet Thomas and Lily. They’re basically the brains of the whole East Hills patrol operation these days. Seriously, if you ever need a route mapped or a scouting report, these two are your people.”

Lily, a petite brunette with amber eyes and an easy smile, reaches out to shake my hand. “Good to finally meet you, Isadora. We’ve heard a lot about you.”

“All good things, I hope?” I ask with a smile, shaking her hand.

Thomas chuckles, and his dark eyes crinkle at the corners. “Well, mostly. Quincey likes to exaggerate a bit.”

Quincey raises his hands in mock innocence. “Hey, I only told them the truth—that Isadora’s already our favorite luna, and that she’s probably secretly tougher than Alec.”

“You’re really pushing it,” I tease, laughing, but warmth spreads through me as I take in their friendly faces, their unguarded acceptance. It’s moments like these that make the title, the responsibilities, the whole package feel… worth it.

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