Chapter 30

ASHER

She is staring at me waiting for a response. Yet my wolf is screaming no! I know she is about to get her way right now, and it's so hard to think now only will I have to deal with the mate who rejected her, rejected mate. Now I have to deal with the ex-king, and her ex mate. Too many damn mates up in this bitch. She had wrapped her legs around my lab, straddling me.

"I know this is crazy, but it can work. Plus, Drew could meet the one that saved his life. His father." My eyes just rolled to the back of my head; I swore they were stuck.

"I am his father, and that won't change." Her lips pressed against mine.

"I know I know, but this can really help out. I promise you he is only a friend, and it stays that way. Our marks are gone, and I belong to you." Her voice is so submissive and sweet. Who says I can't have a little fun?

"Let's have a pup, and I will allow it." Her face turned white. She looked as if she were about to back out of this so much. Then she scrunched her face. Vanessa had stood up from the bed and bent down on her knees. What the heck was she doing? Her hands reached for my pants and unbuttoned them. At this point I was joking, but hey if she's in the mood I won't stop her. A pup is what will happen then. Who would I be if I rejected her from a joke? We've been together only twice, and she wasn't as experienced due to back in the days it was all missionary. I knew what I was doing, because well I am a 28-year-old man.

Fuck it. I stood up, wrapping her in my arms and threw her on the bed. She giggled in satisfaction. I climbed on top of her latching our lips with each other, until we were in a perfect song. Her moans that escaped her mouth made things so much better. She reached for my shirt, bringing it over my head. It wasn't long before both of our clothes were off. I begin to kiss along her neck, near the mark. Causing her body to shiver under me. I kissed along her neck, down her body to her hips nibbling at it.

"What are you doing?" She poked her head up. I just smiled and placed my head between her legs. I could hear her heart beating out her chest, as this made no sense to her. I kissed along her inner thigh, bringing out heavy breaths from her month. Until I got to her beautiful pink, meaty, clit begging for me. Just my breath on her made her wince. I used my finger to rub up and down from her clit to her opening. She was getting so wet.

"Damn babe, I barely even touched you." I looked up to see her biting her lip. I got up to lift her up and bring her on top of me.

"Climb up." I told her, and she looked at me confused, as she didn't know what I meant.

"I want you to bring you pussy to my lips, I want to be in the middle of your sexy thighs." She had done well, okay look, and she moved to where her butt was sitting on my chest. I wrapped my arms around her thighs, and before she could ask, my tongue had met her clit. She had jolted to the sensation she was experiencing. She tried to wiggle from my grasp, but I locked her in. Circling around her tasty clit but being her first time, it wasn't long before her cream filled my tongue, which I was happy to stay there and clean up. She looked down at me, and just looked flushed.

"What was that?" She asked. I gave her a clit and kiss. She climbed down but her legs were around my hips.

"That my love is called eating out for a man. This is part of foreplay." I said kissing at her neck. My cock was throbbing with frustration, against her core.

"What's it called for a woman?" I laughed.

"Giving head, it's a little different. But I don't want to focus on me, I am frustrated" I grabbed my cock, and moved it up and down her wet opening. She had sat up, and it slowly slid into her, causing us both to gasp. I gently moved her hips up and down on my cock, and she was enjoying it. Eventually she got the hang of it, and she started rolling her body. It was the fucking sexiest thing I've ever seen.

"Bounce" I commanded. She looked at me in a sinister way, and compiled she used her knees, and in and out I saw my cock sliding out of her.

"Fuck..." I groaned grabbing onto her ass. She was moaning so loud, and I just wanted to erupt right now.

But...

The door flung open, and it was Drew. His eyes were frozen, as he is not traumatized. She had laid down on me, and I wrapped the blanket around us.

"Drew, don't you know better than to knock!" He turned around, and wow.

"I am sorry, I heard we may bring my birth dad to life and get excited." My son was happy, and not even this was stopping him.

"Sweetie, can you meet us in a bit. We are in the middle of you know, maybe giving you a sibling." She smirked while saying.

"Ahh mom I don't want to be part of the moment a sibling gets born" We both laughed as he darted out the room.

"Oh, my goodness what a mood kills " She said, but I wasn't done.

"Maybe for you, still in you" I pulled the blanket off of us. I wrapped her arms around my neck and used her ass to thrust in and out of her. Her tight pussy was pulsating around me, and it's been so hard not to burst. I stopped myself, picked her up and flipped her on her back. She loved when I was aggressive towards her, this was her position. I took a handful of her hair and slipped back into her further. She was gripping the sheets, nearly tearing them off. I slammed into her over and over, and eventually I couldn't stop myself as I started filling her, and legs were twitching around me.

"Wow." Is all she said as I pulled out of her and laid on the bed. She turned over on her side.

"Can we do that again?" She asked so eagerly. I laughed mainly because I was so tired, and she was really for round two.

"Maybe later, we have an ex to resurrect." She laid there panting with me. Her eyes became big to my answer. We could have waited for a kid, but she always knew how to compromise. Maybe that was just with me, according to everyone she listened to no one but herself.

"Well come on what are we waiting for?" I said. She jumped out of bed and headed towards the shower. Okay one more round wouldn't hurt in the shower I talked myself into.

DREW

"I don't know if I will ever get that image out of my head" Alec was standing there listening to my PTSD that I occurred. He was laughing at me, and this is why I need a friend my own age. But I kept out-aging them.

"Well you didn't knock dude, and mates mate a lot!" He had said. which was no help for me.

"What about you, do you mate?" His head kind of turned, as he looked completely innocent.

"C'mon Alec, you can't tell me you hadn't moved on since my mom rejected you." I wish I could shove the words back into my mouth, it was insensitive.

"I'm sorry, that came out rude." He put an arm over my shoulder and smiled at me.

"No, you're right. I think after being rejected it killed that vibe for me. Yeah, I had sex with Kayla, and Gloria. But they aren't Vanessa. I will move one day, but for now I think I am happy to be where I am. But I think regardless, I just want her to be happy." I was an empath to where I could feel what he felt, and it was sad. He was lonely. So that meant I was going to make him.

"Alpha, there's an intruder at the pack" I heard him say, and we both darted that way. We shifted into our wolves and headed west. But it wasn't long until my mom and dad joined us. She heard everything, and regardless she was there first line. Especially if her little boy was involved. I was her little boy.

"Son, you stay behind her. I don't want you getting hurt" She mind-linked me.

When we got there their warriors were already on it. It was a couple, and two teenagers. They looked like they crawled from the ground. They weren't dangerous or anything. I looked at my mom, and she was observing them. One of the guards took off his shirt and handed it to her as she walked to them. Something in the air smelt familiar. They had black hair, hazel eyes, tan skin.

"Who are you?" She asked. They were human, which was weird. Humans don't know about us. They were frightened, probably because of wolves.

"I am looking for Vanessa Steele." The man spoke up yet gulping.

"You're looking at her." The man stepped forward and eyes were filled with tears. What was going on. He stepped forward taking her hand in his.

"You're beautiful, just like I imagined you." She quickly withdrew her hand. My mom was not one you want to piss off, so touching her was just an automatic death sentence.

"Vanessa, we are your real parents. We were brought back from the dead. But a witch told us you were still alive, and a werewolf." Asher had wrapped his arms around her to calm her down, because she was about to blow up.

"My parents abandoned me in a field, naked, cold, to die. You are no parent of mine. I have parents who took me in as their own and raised me to be me. Get off of my kingdom, before I do what you didn't do. Kill you." She screamed! The kids looked scared, and I felt bad. My mom told me the way she was left. She had shifted into her wolf which was fully black. That wasn't safe. She darted into the palace direction, as was gone in seconds. Asher stood there staring at them, and even he didn't know what to do. No one did.

"Come with me, I will give you a place to stay. Get you fed." I spoke up. When everyone turned to face me, there was anger. I know it's nothing they thought I'd do. But regardless they were family, and they suffered enough.

"Drew, that is not what your mom wanted" Asher told me.

"I know, but she will forgive me. They were brought back, and they have nothing. Trust me dad." He looked at me pained but nodded his dead. The family had followed me, to the creed pack housing. This was going to be a new adventure, as my mom has suffered enough.

We had gotten to an empty house, and I went ahead and started the heat for them. There are so many questions that I have for them, but if these were her siblings that means they deserve what happened. I don't believe in treating someone wrong if they don't deserve it.

"You all must be very tired. I will have someone bring some groceries, and some clothes for everyone. Please make yourself at him and call me if anyone gives you trouble." I said writing my number down on a notepad. I was about to exit when the mother spoke up.

"You're her son?" I heard sadness in her voice, which pained me. I nodded but didn't turn around.

"You're my grandson?" But those words hurt more, mainly because we weren't there yet.

"That's a complicated question, and answer. But you've not deserved that title." I said angrily, right before I stormed out the house. Everything was about to be more complicated, and it hurt me. My mom deserved better, and if they really left her like that then this is another wound that was opening.