Page 127 of Stolen By the Alpha Hunter
Satisfaction glows in my chest, my ego sated.
And as a reward, I slide home, pressing my knot into her tight, wet heat.
She squeezes around me as I swivel my hips, feeling something new and strange between us. This is by choice—no more captivity or games. This is who we are when we choose each other, and this is where I’ll always choose to be.
With her. Pleasuring her. Making her happy.
“Love you…” she mumbles, her words garbled. “Love you, love you…”
That confirmation alone is enough to send me hurtling over the edge, groaning as I come inside my mate. Her pussy clenches around me as she joins me, and I ride out the bliss of this moment alone in her room.
Alone by choice.
Together by choice.
My knot, as always, stays stubbornly locked inside her. I fall to the side in her tiny little bed, finding her purple sweater under my head. It’s incredibly soft, and I nestle into it, inhaling her scent. Her eyes shine in the lamplight from her side table, illuminating a room impossibly different from the one we’ve lived in until now.
“I love you,” I murmur. “I love you so fucking much, Peach.”
“I love you, too,” she says. “Forever, Javi.”
I smile. “Forever.”
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PEACHES
Iwish our business with the Gulf Pack was truly, completely over…but that’s not how it works when you grew up in a cult.
The rest of our crew—the group responsible for distracting Gideon’s wolves at the dock—arrives back home the next day. I somehow manage to haul Javi and myself out of the comfort of our bed and out into the corridor after a knock on the door from Will letting us know that Reyes wants to talk. It’s already mid- morning and we’ve missed breakfast, but I hope there’s something left in the community center for us to eat.
We definitely need it. We spent all night wrapped in each other’s arms, fucking as loudly as we wanted for the first time ever.
Can’t imagine we were good neighbors…but I think the others will understand.
Birds are singing in the trees around the den when we come out into the sunlight, a few people working in the big garden plot between here and the kitchens. They raise their hands and wave at me as we pass. Javi keeps his eyes up, scanning for any threats.
There aren’t any threats.
Or…maybe I shouldn’t be so confident about that.
After all, he and Boyd got in just fine.
We cross the space to the community center quickly enough, the smell of breakfast still wafting from inside. Pancakes, I think—sweet and warm, maple syrup mingling with sugar and flour. I glance around to see if I can find leftovers when I catch sight of a group of wolves at a table near the kitchen, still dressed in fatigues from the road.
My eyes widen and a smile breaks across my face.
“Reyes!” I call. “Tilda, Frankie!”
The three of them are sitting with a blond man that I recognize as Boyd, though we’ve never actually been introduced. I rush toward them and grab Frankie in a tight hug before she can protest, knowing she’s the one most likely to try fending me off. I grab Tilda next, the Reyes—and Boyd huffs out a surprised breath when I hug him, too.
“Wasn’t expecting that,” he chuckles as I step back.
“Why? Because you kidnapped me?” I scoff.
He snorts. “I mean…yeah, that would be a damn good reason not to hug someone.”
I shrug, pointing at Javi. “He was part of that whole thing too, and we’re basically married now.”
