Page 6 of Alpha's Secret Baby
When I blinked my eyes open, it took me a moment to convince myself I wasn’t dreaming, but the sexy, sleeping man beside me was blissfully real. I remembered just how real his arms, chest, lips, and cock had felt. The temptation to run my hands over any or all of those parts had me smiling as I watched Dylan sleep in the morning light.
Itdidall feel like a dream. Especially as I remembered how awful the earlier part of yesterday had been: Our Alpha’s party, the announcement about mine and Dylan’s Moon Ceremony, and then Dylan’s pushing me away at the party. But none of that could dampen my happiness as my heart skipped as I stared at my mate. My body felt full and sated in a way it never had before. Heady anticipation shuddered through me as I wondered whether Dylan would be up for round two when he woke.
As if he’d heard my wicked thoughts, his eyes fluttered open. “Cherry?”
The questioning tone tinging his voice made my stomach bottom out. Swallowing, I pulled the covers tight to my chest, suddenly aware of my nakedness beneath the sheet in a way I hadn’t been a moment ago.
Tentatively, I asked, “What do you remember about last night?”
Dylan scrunched up his face, holding his hand to his head. His blank stare made me tense. “I remember drinking. A lot.”
“You did,” I agreed wearily. “You weren’t exactly rational at the party last night. I had to help you home.”
Dylan’s frown deepened as he took in his surroundings. “And then into your bed?” he bit out.
I ground my teeth together, outraged at the idea that he blamed me for where he found himself this morning. “I think you’ll find that it wasyouwho carriedmein here.” My temper rose as I thought of how he’d kissed me. Not the other way around. Was he going to pretend that he’d felt nothing last night? I’d felt his want and need for me. He’d called mehis.
Tentatively, I tried to remind him about what last night had been like. “You thanked me for bringing us home, then kissed me like you meant it… Like you needed me. You said I was… yours.” I couldn’t bring myself to say the last bitand I felt like you were mine.
Dylan’s expression remained unmoving. “I was drunk. I don’t remember any of last night.”
My heart seemed to crack as each of his unfeeling words fell. Hot pin-pricks of tears threatened behind my eyes. Last night meanteverythingto me. I’d spent a year dreaming about it. Hell, I’d spent all of my adult life dreaming about it. But I’d spent the last year desperately hoping we’d come together like we had, desperately clinging to the belief that Dylan would fall in love with me. I’d thought that last night proved that he felt for me what I did for him. Yet for him, last night had only been fuelled by drunkenness. He didn’t even remember anything about what had happened. The thought broke me.
Wordlessly, I climbed out of bed, ignoring that I was naked. He’d seeneverythinglast night anyway. Maybe a flash of my ass or breasts would jog his memory, I thought bitterly. Fishing out a pair of knickers from the drawer, I hiked them on, throwing on a T-shirt, before pulling a pair of jeans on. Then, I stormed out.
Slipping on a pair of boots, I marched down the path and ran straight into Bert.
With a flash of his pearly whites, my friend greeted me. “Hey, I was just coming to check in on you two.” His bushy eyebrows arched suggestively.
“What do you mean?” I asked, confusion marring my features. Bert couldn’t know what had happened between Dylan and me last night. Right?
But Bert laughed and explained, “Someone forgot her coat last night.” Only then did I notice my coat draped over his arm. “I followed you not long after you left. I didn’t stop cos you and Dylan looked cozy.”
My face flushed crimson as I realized Bert had seen us kissing outside. The memory of Dylan pushing me up against the wall and kissing me in such a passionate way had my pulse racing again. But his blank look and dismissive tone only a moment ago soon made me crush down all thoughts about last night.
“It was nothing,” I said, blinking away the tears that threatened again. “Just a drunken kiss.”
Bert’s blue eyes raked over me, and I wondered if he was putting two-and-two together based on my appearance. Heat prickled across my skin.
“These things take time, Cherry,” he said gently.
Frustration prickled through me, annoyed that my friend was telling me to put inmoretime when I’d put in so much already. “He’s never going to love me, Bert. I can’t keep forcing things.” Deflated, I sighed. The urge to say something about my decision sparked through me. “Besides, I’ve decided to go.” I met my friend’s eyes. “I’m gonna leave the pack.”
My friend’s olive face paled. “You don’t mean that, Cherry.”
I shook my head sadly, skirting around Bert before he could say anything else. Walking away, I felt my determination harden. I reminded myself that Bert was, first and foremost, Dylan’s Beta. Of course, he didn’t want me to leave his future Alpha. It was Bert’sdutyto protect his Alpha, and the pack, at all costs. And if I was meant to be the future Luna, that meant it was his job to keep me here. But if I stayed, only to be rejected by Dylan again, I knew the cost was going to be my own happiness, a price Iwasn’twilling to pay.
Chapter 5 Dylan
I lumbered into the loft: the open-plan office was where I spent a large portion of time. The Starsmoon kept a complex of buildings here in which to manage our various businesses.
We ran a diverse range of trades, which allowed our community to be autonomous and sustain us. We managed a few farms, a large amount of forestry, and a timber and silage business. All of these things required day-to-day admin tasks.
Yet, I couldn’t focus on the dozen or so tasks that had racked up because all I could think about washer.
Cherry.
And the spectacular mess I’d made of things. I hadn’t thought it could get any worse than playing house and being trapped in a life I didn’t want. Well, it could. And it had. Through drunken sex, and my life had reached the breaking point.