Page 110 of Brutal Alpha Beast
“Wow,” I say.
She smiles at me with that bewitching look that could have whole packs falling to their knees.
“I used magic to help speed things along a little, but ta-da.”
I lean over and kiss her cheek.
“I thought I lost you, you know,” I tell her. “When the water came flooding through, and I couldn’t see. For a second, I thought I lost you both.”
I bring my hand to her stomach, to our child.
I feel so much love for our baby already.
“But you didn’t,” she says. “Somehow, we figured that whole thing out.”
She leans against me.
“Honestly, the whole thing feels like a fever dream now.”
I hold her tighter. “Good,” I respond. “Let's keep it that way. A nightmare, in our past.”
“But it wasn’t all a nightmare,” she says, her voice buttery and smooth.
“No.”
Her lips are inches away from mine, plump, sweet, and I can’t help but bend down to meet them with mine.
I kiss her as I hold her in place against the kitchen counter. Her mouth feels like home. My wolf is starting to rise, and I feel hungry, and she kisses me back with force.
But then I remember that she’s recuperating. I stop.
“Let’s eat your delicious food,” I say.
She’s cooling down her breathing, running a hand through her perfect head of curls.
“Yeah,” she says. “And once we’re done, I want to give some leftovers to Monroe.”
***
It feels good to get out and walk. I have an urge to shift and run, but the doctor told me that I also have to cool it for a little while.
It sucks. It feels like going against my nature, but I have more than just myself to worry about being healthy for now.
Danielle is carrying a box of leftovers in her hands, and I keep her steady with my arm hanging loosely around her back.
It’s hard to go too long without touching each other. I constantly want her in my arms and by my side. And I know that she’s strong, that she hates feeling weak. It’s not just to protect her—it’s to be close.
I’ve never been a touchy guy. Then I re-met Danielle.
Once we arrive at the coven, the atmosphere is better than it’s been in a while. Witches are out chatting, walking the grounds, drinking, and laughing. There are fairy lights everywhere, and the faint sound of folk music circulates through the space.
Some of the witches come to greet us, and it’s good to see so many smiling faces.
“How are you both?”
“Danielle, you look amazing.”
Danielle laughs. “I don’t feel it, but I’m getting there.”
