Page 44 of The Alpha Wolf’s Secret Baby Boy

I’d forgotten how thick he was, and the stretch almost startles me before the tight fit brings more pleasure than I could have imagined. And when he starts thrusting, working his way toward a comfortable pace, I grab his face and kiss him frantically.

I’m so close to another orgasm, the knot in the pit of my belly so close to exploding outward, that it takes every ounce of focus not to release. Not yet. My inner wolf demands that I come with him, and when he lets out a croaky groan against my lips, I know he’s close.

I break the kiss, but his forehead plants on mine as he continues to thrust, going deeper when I wrap my legs around his back. He’s hitting all the right spots, and he grunts against my lips.

“I’m coming, baby…” he says, almost like a warning, sliding his arms under my back and pressing me flush against him.

“Come with me, Damian,” I cry out as I cling to him, finally letting the tight knot unfurl into ropes of pleasure that spread through my body as he empties every drop of his cum deep inside me.

His thrusts buckle, and he doesn’t stop until he’s completely spent and drops his weight onto me. Damian doesn’t release me or pull his cock out, allowing us to ride the waves of pleasure together until our breaths steady.

He rolls onto his side and gathers me into a spooning position, pressing a kiss on my shoulder before he sighs.

“I almost forgot how good this feels,” he whispers behind me, and I instantly freeze.

Lying in his arms for what feels like an eternity after he must have fallen asleep, his arm feeling heavy across me, regret washes over me, overwhelming the heights of pleasure I just felt.

What did I just do?

Every thought comes flooding back into my mind, and it races now as that regret tightens in my chest.

I close my eyes, trying to stifle the tears that form, my heart hammering against the tightness. I have no idea what came over me, but I made a mistake.

A very big one.

Only because having sex with Damian again brought on the feelings I thought I’d forgotten a long time ago. Feelings that make the anger and hurt pale in comparison.

I gulp hard to swallow those emotions, because I know they’re wrong. Damian might have claimed me as his mate now, but it came ten years too late.

If he didn’t hesitate that night, if he didn’t start pulling away weeks before he became the alpha, I wouldn’t have left. I wouldn’t have allowed my insecurities to get to me, and I would have told him that I was pregnant with his child.

It was supposed to be a joyous occasion, but it turned into ten years of festering resentment that only became worse when he kidnapped me and forced me into the mate bond.

I wish things were different, but I can’t look past everything he’s done to me. Like I meant nothing to him. Like all those whispers about Roxanne meant something, and I couldn’t trust the reassurance he used to give me. Like our mate bond—which he claims is fated—meant nothing to him. Like my life meant nothing when he used force to get me into the mate bond with him.

Maybe that’s why I can’t feel it myself.

Absentmindedly, my hand goes to my chest, and I clutch my mother’s pendant like a lifeline, and I’m able to ignore my inner wolf when she tries to reignite that heavy feeling in my chest that seems to gravitate toward Damian.

Whether the primal side of me wants him or not doesn’t matter. If I can’t get over Damian’s moment of weakness, which led to a decade of pain, then there is no future for us.

Not even after what happened tonight.

I can’t trust him, and that means I can’t trust him with our son. And that’s why my decision to leave Nightclaw with Daniel in the morning remains.

I’m tired of being apart from my son just so Damian doesn’t know the truth.

Chapter 11 - Damian

The morning sun is pleasant as it greets me with a kiss on my cheeks, prompting me to wake up.

Expecting to find Poppy lying beside me, I frown when I open my eyes and find that the other side of her bed is empty.

“Poppy…?” I call out, my voice echoing through the expanse of the cabin, returning with nothing but silence.

I stretch my arms over my head, deciding to get out of bed and look for her. A strange, sinking feeling grips my chest, but I decide not to linger on it, even when the fine hairs on the back of my neck prickle at attention.

I know what this is—a memory of the past trying to worm its way back in. This feels uncannily like the same dread I felt when I discovered Poppy ran away from Cedar Valley.