Page 32

I wake up noticing Ember isn’t in my arms again. I look towards the balcony, but the doors are closed. Rubbing my face as I sit up, I see she’s in my window seat, dressed, and her hair wet, so she must have showered, and she’s not in my clothes anymore; I don’t like that she’s washed my scent away either. I walk over, sitting behind her. I see tear marks streaked down her cheaks.

“What’s wrong, baby? Did I hurt you? Was I too much? I’m sorry baby, forgive me....” She stops me.

“it's me who should be sorry. I got caught up and didn’t think, I’m sorry .” She’s full-on crying now, so I pull her into my lap, she is so small in my arms, and I love it; I feel my cock getting hard again at her closeness.

“Why are you sorry, Ember? What did you forget?” I try to keep my voice soft and remove any panic, so she doesn’t get more upset. She takes a deep breath.

“I’m allergic to modern medicine,” she says. I remember when we were kids, some stuff reacted to her, and Jay told me about what happened while they were in the cage. She watches my face, obviously realizing I’m not getting her point.

“I can’t take birth control,” she says more directly. Yeah, Jay mentioned the first month she was in the cage, she reacted to birth control. She sighs and tries to move off me.

“You didn’t wear a condom.” Right, I’m still confused.

“I can’t wear them when knotting as they will rip from the stretch and then..... oh.” I’ve just realized why she’s upset. We’re 17, and now she thinks there’s a chance she could be pregnant.

“Oh.” She mimics looking at me like I’m about to hulk out, blame her, and reject her in my next breath. She’s still trying to get off my lap, which I use to my own advantage, lifting her and spinning her to face me, then pulling her more securely into my lap, noting I’m still naked. I best make this quick before I incur Miles' wrath for dirtying his carefully thought-out outfit, which she looks fantastic in. The leggings and sweater combo is definitely a favorite, hugging her curves just right, even if the sweater isn’t tight. Focus, , no making a mess!

I kiss her slow and sweet, and when I pull back, I leave our foreheads touching, which seems to be becoming a thing with us.

“Baby, everything will be ok!” She goes to speak, tears still escaping her beautiful eyes. I kiss her nose.

“Luna, I knew you couldn’t take anything, and because of my Knot I knew condoms weren’t an option, so when I turned 16 I spoke to Xander, explained our situation, and that as soon as I had a chance I would mark you even if that was tomorrow, he then looked into getting the male contraceptive to work on Alphas, once Nic found out all of us in the pack house and a few of the enforcers now have yearly injections, so no whoops moments can happen or females trying to trap certain members of the pack, there is always someone claiming that Declan has knocked them up almost weekly and he just laughs!”

I can see she looks relieved, but there is some sadness coming from the bond. I cup her ass pulling her flush against me so my erection is now squashed against her core.

“The thought of you growing our pup in your belly is getting me harder than stone. Pine doesn’t understand why I’m not rutting you until you are, BUT it can wait until we are both ready, I do want soon though baby; I plan to have plenty of kids around us for years to come” She gives me a watery smile, closes her eyes, and melts onto my chest as I hold her. I should have thought and told her before something happened. But it's time for a cold shower...

“Luna baby, as much as I love having you in my arms, I need to shower and get dressed before I make a mess of the outfit Miles got you. I don’t want him bitching at me.” says into my hair. I kiss where I marked his chest. Even that’s odd. Over the bite mark is now what looks like a tribal wolf and phoenix entwined like Yin and Yang. I sigh and stand, I hear him mumble,

“Cold shower, definitely a cold shower.” Before he has a chance to stand, I drop to my knees, taking him in my mouth and help relieve that problem.

“Baby. Fuck. Luna, you need to stop doing this to me.” He groans but strokes my head, resisting his urge to fist my hair; hollowing my cheeks, I take him in my throat and swallow, remembering how much he liked it last time; his hips buck, and with a groaned

“Ember Baby,” from my grumpy Alpha, his release hits the back of my throat.

Licking his now semi-hard cock clean, I stand, kiss his cheek and go to the bed to start stripping the cum soaked sheets off.

He’s just slumped back against the window. He eventually walks past, smacking my ass as he goes making me moan.

I hear him mumble something but don’t hear what as someone knocks on the door.

Opening it expecting another bimbo, so I open it with a raised eyebrow, but my expression soon turns to a smile when I see it’s Creed. Leaving the door open, I head back to stripping the sheets; until I hear an odd noise, I turn to see Creed has gone stone still and is a strange shade of puce. Shit, the room is filled with the scent of mine and ’s combined multiple releases.

“Creed, you never have to ask permission to feed from my residual emotions. Please feed” He doesn’t move

“Feed, bro. Like Em said, you don’t have to ask us.” states as he leaves the bathroom and heads to the closet. I don’t turn and see him half or fully naked; that won’t help Creed right now. Creed closes his eyes and inhales deeply. His features flicker to his alter side, but I’m distracted. It’s like I can feel the scent of sex, orgasms, and love being sucked out of the room. I watch the changes to Creed happen like I’m watching a slow-motion camera. His skin smooths and seems to have a glow to it, his hair looks thicker and shinier, and his muscles become more defined, not bigger, but it’s as if someone has just airbrushed him before my eyes... appears at my side.

“What the?” I glance up at

“Instead of snacking when he gets hunger pains, he’s just had a 10-course meal and filled his tank.” I explain to , knowing what Creed has been doing,

“Why didn’t you tell us you needed more? We would have helped!” growls at a star-struck Creed, who just mumbles,

“It’s different when it’s Ember!” A blush forms.

“I need to go shower, but Nic wants to see you both at breakfast.” He dashes out of the room, his ears turning pink, which causes me to giggle. looks at me for an explanation. I go up on my toes and kiss his lips as I pat his dick with a giggle, then walk off to head downstairs. I hear an “oh,” followed by a chuckle.

“Before we go down, can I take a photo of your mate marks? I have a hunch.” asks as he throws the sheets in the hamper.

“Sure, do you want to clue me in on the hunch?” pulling the jumper off, I stand waiting for him to take a photo. Instead, a purr starts as he presses up against my back and kisses his bite marks.

“Why are you not wearing a bra again?” He takes a deep breath and pulls back. I hear the click, so I put on my sweater again.

“Miles didn’t supply me with one, and I think the strap would rub on my scar, even though I’m big, so I need one, or I will start to sag.” He hums and kisses my nose.

“I want to send the photo to your dad and uncles in case anyone tries to claim you as a mate. They can nix them before talking to you, and I want to show the guys that are ready to swear to my pack when I turn 18, as I think a few if not all of your mates are in this pack house.” I nod an ok, and we head to Nic’s office via the kitchen for Coffee and Tea.