Page 39 of My Shy Alpha
Noah’s shoulders soften. “Then that’s all that matters. You’re my mate, and now I can proudly show off your mark to prove it.”
Amy looks more stunned than I am. “Noah, no one has come close to dethroning you, but this might be pushing it. You’re that serious about my best friend?”
I stroke his wide back, letting out a whine.
Noah kisses away my worries. “I am.”
After a long silence, Amy’s voice comes out choppy and quiet. “I love that. For both of you.”
My heart has done fifty flips, but now I can’t contain myself. I want so badly to be Noah’s lifelong mate. Maybe even his Luna. But now that my heat is clearing, all my old fears resurface with my logical mind - intrusive thoughts escaping from my lips before I can parse through them.
“What if one day, you don’t want me? What if you realize I’m not the one, or you regret being marked?”
Noah shakes his head, dismissing it without needing a moment’s thought. “I trust my wolf. I’ve never felt like I’ve found my mate before I met you, and everything in me says you’re the one. If I’m wrong, then that’s just a risk I’m willing to take.”
I have to admit, that makes my heart feel invincible. It pounds into my throat, soaking in the pressure of my mate’s bare body as he stares me in the eyes. He looks so sure of me. And honestly, I’m sure of him.
Which is why I hate watching my mate bleed.
I don’t know why, but I lean in and lick Noah’s bleeding wound. Cringing at how that might’ve hurt, I prepare to apologize, but I’m too stunned to speak as my saliva stops Noah’s seeping blood; his raw wound holes shrink into fresh, dark pink skin before my eyes.
“What the hell? I stopped you from bleeding.”
Noah chuckles, kissing my temple. “You really are a wolf. Thanks, sweet Omega.”
Holy shit. Now that I think about it, my palms and knees are healed after Noah licked them last night.
Noah is still knotted in me, his body vibrating mine with excitement. I’m dying to feel the same way, but with yet another discovery to add to my mental pile, healing saliva feels a bit too surreal. Overwhelm sinks my stomach into the mattress.
But I don’t have time to ruminate; Amy perks up at the same time as Noah. Their eyes zip to the bedroom door, and I hold my breath. When my front door slams yet again, I jump.
“W-who’s there?!” I call out.
Noah’s scent soothes me despite my nerves. “It’s all good. Just Yasmine.”
As my new guest speeds down the hall, I instinctually cover my bare breasts. “Just your second-in-command?! You’re inside me, and I’m naked!”
Noah’s raising eyebrows seem to realize all at once what position we’re stuck in. He rushes to hook the bedsheets over my splayed knees just in time for Yasmine to enter.
Her artfully messy ponytail spills over her shoulders with a disapproving shake of her head. “Goddammit, Noah. You really did let her mark you.”
Noah huffs, his smile fading. “You got a problem with her, Beta? Nice first impression on my mate.”
The Beta sinks into herself, glancing at me with sleek, dark eyes set into her olive skin. “Sorry, you’re right. That was rude. Let me start over.”
I’m awed at the woman in front of me. Why hasn’t Noah already mated someone like her? Just her essence is grand, proud shoulders squaring off to face me over wide, gorgeous hips. She plasters on a smile that I know steals hearts, her lips arched in a perfect bow. But then I spot them - four sharp fangs peeking beneath her lips. Does that mean she’s showing her wolf side? Always?
“Hi, I’m Yasmine - 99% of Noah’s brain cells.”
While I can’t stop staring at her exposed fangs, Noah chuckles, shaking his head.
Yasmine’s eyes bulge, and she nudges Amy. “Did our Alpha just laugh?”
Noah groans, burying his face into my neck. I can’t help but giggle, stroking the back of his head.
Shy Alpha, I mindlink.
Noah’s smile widens against my neck. He flexes into me, filling my belly with fizzing excitement.