Thirty Seven
Thirty Seven
AALIYAH
I remember the story my dad told me when he was showing me his scars, he said I am special and I consumed Mama's energy from the inside; if it was a similar experience, how was she able to pull through? Obviously, she wasn't a prisoner. My baby bump is still very much invisible, but it consumes my energy so badly that I can barely walk or be useful to myself.
I'll be left with Hunter, and once his era is done, getting rid of him won't be an issue, as Hector and Hudson will be fighting tooth and nail for a say in the baby's life. However, Nikki and Linda are not the people I need to keep me warm and comfort me right now.
After struggling for many minutes, I find it difficult to stand. I bang on Hunter's door, even though it seemed like I was knocking. My shaky legs give way as soon as he opens the door, and I collapse into his arms. He lifts me onto his shoulders while holding me still so I don't have to walk. He places me on his bed and shuts the door.
“I thought the doctor attended to you, Aaliyah." He asks, unsure of many things, "What is the issue.”
"I'm expecting," I divulge.
He stops speaking and his smile broadens. Strangely, it appears that he too wants the baby.
“That's incredible. Can I?” Looking down at my tiny stomach, he inquires.
“It is not yet viable.” I guffaw.
“Still.” When I don't respond to his objections, he gets closer and puts one hand on my stomach while gently caressing me.
I experience a surge of energy similar to the first time I shifted. I am unable to understand what his hand is doing to my body as it coolly caresses my tummy. After a few minutes, he smiles and removes his hand, not realizing that he has filled my energy core. My limbs are no longer too heavy for me to lift, and I no longer have a fever like I did when I first arrived. I genuinely require my alpha by my side. Maybe I should stick to the original plan and let the others get rid of themselves; after the kid is born, I'll get rid of Hunter.
He seems surprised as I stand up without his help, but he says nothing. "I've never been a father, so I don't know how to do it, but I swear to do my best to learn.”
“You won't need to do that, so don't take things too far.” I start. One baby with three possible dads is the subject of the story; if he learns from Hector that the kid is Hudson's, he will feel betrayed. I'd better play reasonable cards with style.
"Given that you all had a turn, I don't yet know the father, but I'm assuming it's Hudson's.”
“Aaliyah, what are you saying?” He sits just beside me. His voice is comforting and cool.
I am aware that the three alphas are my mate, but this particular one is affecting my mind and heart. It's hardly surprising that I don't want him to participate in those fights.
He raises my chin, "Listen." "I'm the best person to claim this child," He continues to massage my stomach, reviving my inner energy. “Before the wild play and even during the wild play, I was the first to have sex with you. Therefore, my brothers should be the ones I try to persuade or argue with about my heir, not you." I'm being drawn in by his lovely brown eyes.
I squish beneath his touch, more vulnerable than I've been in years. He observes but does nothing while waiting for my approval. I lean in to kiss him, running my tongue down his mouth and brushing my teeth across his lips. I pause and look into his eyes.
“I can safely tell that it is killing me. You should be more concerned about the baby's survival than trying to be its father because this baby is draining all of my energy.” I recline, severing the lingering connection.
His face, once flushed with hope, had now turned a pallid shade of disappointment. The weight of unspoken words hung heavily in the air between us. His voice trembled as he mustered the courage to speak, his words barely escaping his lips. "Aaliyah," he began, his voice a broken whisper. "I would choose you, my Luna," tears conceal behind his hardened facade. "Any day, any time. Let us now focus on your survival." His gaze remained fixed on mine.
I rise from the bed, shedding the confines of my loose-fitting gown. I stand up, taking off my baggy gown, my now fuller breast with curves accentuating my womanhood on display. These days I barely have the strength to wear anything save baggy gowns. "Just cuddle me,” I whisper.
His eyes, a mixture of desire and astonishment, follow the contours of my figure. Surprised by the subtle changes in my anatomy, he drinks in the warmth emanating from my body, becoming intoxicated by my essence. Without hesitation, he pulls me towards him, his hands encircling my waist, settling me gently upon his lap. My form melds against his, and my face nestles into the crook of his neck. The softness of my breasts meets the hardness of his muscles, creating an intimate cocoon pulsating with longing and warmth.
My body comes alive from his touch which is both tender and possessive. I feel energetic and yearning for more. He senses my lust as he brushes his lips against my temple in a feather-light kiss. His fingers trailed my neck, down to my shoulders.
“What's this?” he asks, holding my purple badge.
“It's my badge as an alpha female.”
”Hell no!” he adjusts, so he can meet my gaze. "You're our mate, not an alpha female.”
“Lady Sasha thinks otherwise.” I protest.
He doesn't argue, his lips brush against mine, melding together in a passionate dance. He knows so much than to argue with me in this condition. Genuine affection. I hate that I can't protest, even if he's right, instead part of me yearns for his touch, his warmth, his exploration. I succumb.
“When we're talking, don't mention Lady Sasha, she is not superior than I am.” His lips go to the crook of my neck, plastering soft and wet kisses all over, his tongue cold on my bare skin. I moan.
He takes off the badge and almost immediately, an electric energy that surges through me is unexplainable. I feel so powerful like I could take down a thousand army. My iris is now silver, burning fiercely with desire and freedom, my skin radiating with soft white furs all over and a slight rumble emanates from my stomach, it's odd, but I know it's not mine, but my baby's. I take his lots in an aggressive kiss, leveling myself on top of him.
“Aaliyah, be careful. You're with a child.” A fine mix of desire and worry was palpable in his voice.
I don't listen. I pull down the pants of his pyjamas, sitting on his hard dick, swallowing it all up, in my wet cunt. I ride him back and forth, in a slow rhythmic fashion, then faster by minutes, his hands squeezing my soft butt. I moan, shifting to accommodate his huge rod, this time riding it up and down, my ass slamming against his balls. He lets me take control as he enables me. I approach climax, convulsing as my pussy juice oozes out in an erosion-like fashion. I lay on top of him, and time freezes.
He wraps his arms around me in a tight embrace. Words of assurance unspoken.