Alpha’s Rue: His Shunned Luna (Athena Enchanted) novel Chapter 423

“Why?” She frowns, arms crossed over her chest in constant protest.

“Because I can't lose you thrice,” I repeat. “I love you, you're my mate.” I remind her, ignoring the way she flinches at my use of the word mate. “How could I not worry if you leave our bed and disappear from the house?”

“I can take care of myself, okay?” She scoffs. “And besides, I called you.”

I pause.

My phone was on silent. I put it on do not disturb after she fell asleep, but still, Aeliana’s phone is in my bedroom. “You called me?”

“Yes,” she nods. “From that weird girl's phone, but it wasn't reachable, and cutie..Maddox came in before I could call you again, so I got distracted.”

“Who did you go with?”

“No one,” she shrugs. “I saw a group of guys headed somewhere, and I asked for a ride. They happened to be going there, so I found people who looked like they were having fun and joined them.”

My eyes widen with horror. She really has the survival instincts of a newborn bird, and in a world of wolves and vultures, she isn't safe. This is getting risky, tiring. I need her appointment moved closer, I can't take another incident like this. Those men who took her could have been our enemies, or some nefarious rouges looking for easy targets, and that's what she is now. An easy target.

“First off,” I take a breath, regulating my tone to sound calmer than I am. “Do not jump in a car with strange males, and secondly, don't leave the house.” I scold, “If you don't like something, you come and tell me, I'll do my best to adjust things for you. Okay?”

She doesn't answer, she simply rolls her eyes, looking everywhere else but at me. I'm not sure if she heard anything I said to her, she seems to be very selective with what she hears.

I throw her over my shoulder and take her back upstairs. This time, I immediately lock the door and pocket the key after I set her down on the floor. I catch her staring at our wedding portrait, her fingers trembling as she reaches for herself. “Aeliana,” She whispers, the word foreign on her tongue.

“Are you okay?”

“What if you don't want me anymore?” She finally moves from the photograph. “Like that girl,” she says, motioning to our wedding picture as she walks away. “I saw her again, she screamed.”

“What?”

“She was screaming,” she swallows, tears gleaming in her eyes. “And you just stared. Why did you do that?”

The day she left.

I swallow, “What else did you see?”

“She screams a lot,” she snarls, potentially irritated. “She screams for help. For honey.”

This time, I kiss her harder, deeper, savouring the familiar taste of her lips. My wolf hums with satisfaction, but I keep him leashed so I don't scare Aeliana. Her hands wander all around my torso, quiet soft moans slipping into my mouth.

I walk her backwards until her knees hit the bed, and I softly lay her down, my lips never leaving hers. When she pulls away to breathe, I slide both my hands under her dress, letting it bunch around her waist. “What are you doing?” She gasps.

“I need another kiss,” I tell her, planting down her neck, her chest. I kiss her everywhere I can, lingering on her stomach. For a moment, I pause, my trembling fingers brushing over the tiny bump I didn't happen to notice until now. Reality hits me hard. She's pregnant. She went out tonight risking both her life and that of our pup, and she doesn't even know it. I can't help but wonder for how long she'll stay like this, what it is that I'll do when she starts to notice. I have to get Aeliana back.

I kiss her stomach again, each kiss a promise to our pup that I will bring her back for both of us, for herself. I continue kissing her lower and lower, pushing her panties to the side. My cock throbs at the sight of her wet and trembling, my wolf screams to claim her now, fuck her until she remembers us, but I fight the urge. This isn't about me, it's about her, only her. I've seen how badly she's wanted this over the last couple of days, and while I may not have been the object of her desire, I give it to her still.

I slide my tongue over her slit, savouring the sweet taste of arousal. “Oh, that's..hmm.” she moans, her thighs already trembling. I circle her clit with my tongue, teasing her the way I know she loves to be touched.

She keeps squirming, her breathy moans filling the room. She gets louder when I slide two fingers inside her, curling my knuckles against that sensitive spot while I work her clit with my tongue. Her fingers thread through my hair, pushing me deeper between her legs, her hips rolling around me, riding my fingers.

I thrust deeper, faster, making her scream louder. Her walls clench around my fingers, her arousal dripping down my fingers. She comes with a choked cry, her entire body shuddering as she pulses around my fingers, begging for more. I go slower, swallowing every drop of her orgasm. When her body starts to relax, I pick up the pace, working my fingers inside her while she whimpers repeatedly, begging me to let her come again. She's completely dazed now, riding my fingers with a slow, punishing pace.

After three, I stop keeping count of how many times she comes, but when I finally stop, she's shaking, and her voice is hoarse from how loud she was moaning. She goes to sleep almost immediately, mumbling when she falls into a deep sleep.

I lay beside her, hand caressing her belly. I feel nothing there, but I know our pup exists. My wolf feels its vitality, our pup is strong like her mom. A girl, that's what I'm hoping for. An heir would be ideal, and I will love our child the same, but I'm hopeful for a daughter.