Series: Willow Winters
Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 51151 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 256(@200wpm)___ 205(@250wpm)___ 171(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51151 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 256(@200wpm)___ 205(@250wpm)___ 171(@300wpm)
Please tell me you feel it baby.
Just as I make a move to crawl up her body and give her true pleasure, the fucking baby monitor goes off with the sound of our little one crying. Red coloring fills the sound bars on the screen as the wails continue. The lustful trance between us is shattered as her eyes dart to the monitor and she pulls her legs together and into her stomach. She turns over and props herself up, ready to run to her crying infant. She stills and her breath stalls as she glances at me and then down to the floor. A look of guilt passes over her face, and I don’t understand why.
Not until she opens her mouth. “I’m sorry. May I leave to get him?” Her eyes don’t leave the floor as she whispers her request. My hands go numb as a cold wave washes over my body. The electricity between us dims to nothing as she shifts uncomfortably. “I’m sorry.” She speaks softly with true remorse. She swallows as her eyes dart to mine after a moment of silence.
My heart is fucking shattered at her submissive posture. “There’s nothing to be sorry for.” My hand finds hers on the bed and squeezes. “You don’t need permission.” I lean across the bed and kiss her lips with a tenderness I haven’t shown her yet. I need her to feel my love. To feel this. She leans into the kiss and lifts her small hand to my jaw. It hovers with a moment of hesitation before she actually touches me. My wolf rumbles with approval and brushes against my chest, wanting to feel more of her touch. But I have to pull back and let her tend to the baby who lets out another piercing wail.
Lena
My son wriggles in my arms, waking me. My eyes slowly open and I can’t help but to smile down at him. Safe and so far from a fate I worried about. Adjusting him in the crook of my arm, I hold him just right so he can eat. Hungry little wolf. It’s been so long since falling asleep hasn’t been met with fear of what could come in the morning. My smile slips as I feel Jude’s heavy arm across my hips. He’s on his side and quietly snoring. A hint of the smile returns as I peek up at his handsome face. I adjust again so I can see him better, still cradling my little one. Jude’s plump lips are parted and smooshed against the pillow.
I don’t know what to think of this wolf. Or what his true intentions are. I don’t even know if I can believe him, but I don’t understand why he would do so much for me if he didn’t truly think he was mated to me. All I know is that this child of mine isn’t the only pup who needs me and needs me to make the right steps moving forward and with caution.
With the early morning light filtering in, I’m desperate to find Addy and Reese. It’s early, but I’d like to be there when they wake up. Yesterday was odd with the other women. They seem very friendly, but I’m wary still. I don’t know what this pack has planned for me and my family. Jude claims he’s my mate and that may very well save me. My eyes fall on his massive, muscular body. Any woman would be lucky to have him as a mate. At least from what I know of him so far. But this isn’t the first time I’ve been claimed by a wolf, and I don’t know what to believe.
There is warmth when I see him and think of him, probably because of what he did last night. I’ve never felt such pleasure. And of course I’m grateful. I’m indebted to him.
But the pull of a mate? That doesn’t exist for me.
It takes a bit of maneuvering, but I’m able to slip out from his hold while keeping my son in my arms. My stomach growls as I tiptoe out to the dresser. I quickly and quietly change his diaper, watching how his little legs kick out and then bunch back up. His eyes seem to focus on my face, but only for a moment. My heart swells with happiness in my chest. I still need to name him, but I have no idea what he should be called. I’m of the belief that names hold value and I want his name to represent strength. He’s going to need it to survive this world. I bundle him up and quietly leave Jude’s bedroom to search for my niece and nephew. I need to make sure they slept all right and that they’ve eaten. I don’t truly trust anyone here.