CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT

Taylor was thrown off the back of her mate and she hit her face hard on the cold, wet ground.

Dante immediately shifted, scared he had done the unthinkable.

“Why didn't you slow down man? She was telling you in a way that was supposed to prepare you for the shock, what sort of reaction was that?” Dante shouted at his wolf in their link as he reached where she had fallen and he gently carried her.

“I'm so sorry. We keep hurting you instead of protecting you. These days, I feel like such an abysmal disappointment.” He told her, cradling her crying figure to himself.

“Um, Alpha, you might need to reset her nose. It'll heal the wrong way” Damian told him, earning a scowl from Dante.

“Can't you see she's in pain? I can't add more to it!”

“Well, if you don't reset it now before it heals, you will put her in more pain later. Here, let me help” he said, wobbling over to them.

Dante reluctantly allowed him to pull her nose with force to realign, forcing Taylor to scream out.

Black growled loudly, making Damian pull away from the duo in fright.

“She will heal faster now. What happened?”

“She's pregnant, I hear you are aware of that information.”

“I'm really sorry for my role in everything, it was not intentional. Jethro used a lot of dark magic for a lot of things and people. He was always wiping my memory at every inconvenience. It made my view of things a bit dark.” He said in a quiet voice.

“My wolf was very shocked and that happened. I don't blame him for his reaction. She has been through so much and she was pregnant all along.”

It was hard for Taylor to articulate how he took the news. She had thought he'd be furious. In fact, she had been preparing for this from the day she chose not to tell him. But here he was, doting on her. Maybe it's because she fell. She wasn't expecting his reaction and even the wolves at their back took the whole incident in stride.

When she was fully healed, they set on their journey again.

When they arrived at the pack, it was midnight and everywhere was quiet.

No one came out to welcome them and they weren't aware of their presence due to the herbs that hid their scent.

But they could smell other people and Dante knew something was off.

“Can you smell that?” Black asked his pack.

“Well, it seems we have more traitors than we thought. Drop out mate gently please. We need to purge our pack sooner than later.” Dante told them.

“What's happening?” Taylor asked out loud, confused at how the men were acting.

“Someone is trying to help that rascal escape. Seth thinks he's going to be able to run away but he doesn't know what's coming for him” Dante replied as he and the rest of the wolves ran after the escaping prisoner.

Seth was hurrying to cross the border as quietly as possible and begin running when he heard the sound of pursuit.

He had no choice but to start running as well, quietness be damned.

The previously quiet pack gradually began waking up, everyone rushing out to see what was going on.

They saw Taylor sitting on a chair that was randomly placed in the middle of the pack school where they had stopped before noticing that Seth was trying to escape.

“You are Taylor, right?” Someone asked

“She's your Luna! Show some respect” Elder Tim cautioned him.

“It's okay, there's been no ceremony so I understand his confusion. I'm sure you are wondering what the fuss is all about” Taylor calmly responded.

“Yea, we heard running and even though we've been getting lots of disturbances since Seth sold or gave out our land up front, this one is different”

“We'll do something about that. Anyways, Seth was trying to escape. Someone helped him out of the pack cells so they're chasing after him. I thought he had purged the pack of all traitors before he came to rescue me. This is Damian, he helped me escape and that's Zack, same thing”

“Welcome to our pack. Do you know if he needs any help catching him? Seth has been training pretty hard in the cells. We thought he was just trying to be fit but I guess he had other plans”

Damian scoffed.

Everyone turned to him.

“Common, you all know Seth. He's the laziest of Jethro's minions. If he's training for anything, you must know there's something going on.”

“Well, you don't need to bother. He has caught him. They'll be here any minute now” Taylor told them and as if on cue, Dante drags a crying Seth to the middle of the school playground.

“I will not die in this terrible pack! No matter how many times you catch me, I'll always escape. Just watch me” he screamed, tears pouring out of his face like a little child.

“You look like you have been kidnapped, starved and your wolf nearly stripped from you. Oh wait, that's not you. That is me! So what right do you have to decide where you die?” Taylor shouted at him, angry at the pathetic looking man.

“Don't worry baby, he doesn't want to die here and he won't. He will die in the Royal Dungeons. Once you get better, that's the next destination.” Dante told her, pecking her cheek.

“Welcome Alpha. Thank you for catching him, he would have been a bigger asset to Jethro, helping him attack us.” An Elder told Dante.

“That was my thought exactly. He's far gone for redemption. Now, it's been an eventful night and I need to take my mate to go rest. Jake, ensure he's properly locked up and find out who helped him escape. Change the guards on duty as well.” He directed and proceeded to take Taylor to their house and everyone else went back to bed.

When they got to their private quarters, he sat her down on their bed and went into the bathroom. He prepared a bath and came back to her. He noticed how quiet she was and this bothered him so much. His mate was usually a very lively person, her presence filled up the room but now he was scared they might have hurt her soul in there.

“Get up, let me help you undress so I can bathe you” he told her.

Taylor got up and allowed him to take off her clothes one after the other gently, like she would break into pieces if he moved the wrong way.

When he was done, he carried her and gently deposited her in the bathtub, the water so warm and perfect that Taylor couldn't help but moan her approval.

“You like it?” He asked hopefully and she nodded to him.

He began bathing her gently. First of all, he washed off the mud from the journey on her. Even though they had stopped by the river quite a few times, she could not bathe properly with his men around. He brought her out and prepared another water but held onto her so she wouldn't catch a cold.

When he was done and the water was to her taste, he put her in the tub again.

“Do you want to come in? It's warm” she told him, craving his warmth around her. She had missed her mate and no matter how upset she was, having him here was the most important thing. She could be pissed tomorrow but tonight, she just wanted him.

“But, are you.. is that okay? Aren't you tired? I was about to go bring the food they dropped off earlier” he answered her nervously.

Taylor smiled.

“Dante, take off your clothes and get in the tub. Please”

He didn't need to be asked twice. He went to the shower to wash off the dirt on his body before getting into the bath with her.

It was a big bathtub but Dante's frame made it feel so small but Taylor wouldn't have it any other way.

They relaxed into each other, enjoying the blessings the bond provided them, their bodies mixing together in joy.

In no time, Taylor was reacting to the hard dick sitting harmlessly at her back. Dante was going to wait until she was ready, whenever that was; but she was making that decision very difficult to keep.

They were not saying words but their vocal cords couldn't have been more active. Taylor put her hands on the side of the tub and lifted herself up, bringing his hard dick in front of her weeping pussy.

The water was getting cold so Dante unlocked the drain, allowing the water to flow away and giving his dick more friction as Taylor moved up and down, using his dick to pleasure her clitoris.

When she couldn't hold it in any longer, she sat up and slowly pulled his dick into her, inch by hard inch, forcing the both of them to let out a loud moan that reverberated in the whole bathroom.

“Ugh, baby! Your pussy is so fucking tight” Dante couldn't help saying as she rode him, her back to him as she went wild on his dick.

Dante noticed she was getting tired and he grabbed her ass and began bouncing her pussy on his dick, her moans getting louder with each thrust.

“Fuck Daddy, please fuck me, uhhh. Yes yes” Taylor moaned, sweet nothings pouring out of her as she experienced so much pleasure.

Dante paused and she whined in confusion. She was so close.

“Why did you stooppp?” she complained.

He chuckled, “Don't worry darling, it's for the best. Now come here, raise that leg up for me and grab the sink okay?”

She complied immediately, craving his dick back where it had been.

Dante wasted no time in slipping it back and the sensations threw Taylor into an orgasm almost immediately but Dante didn't stop.

He kept pumping and then started massaging her clit causing her to have another orgasm.

“Fuck baby, you're creaming on my dick” he moaned and in no time, he roared, cumming in her pussy and staggering from the dizziness of it.

He carried her to the shower and washed her again and after drying her with a towel, he put her in her nightgown and sat her down on the bed.

He went into the living room and brought their food.

He opened it and went to taste the soup when Taylor knocked the spoon out of his hand.

“It's poisoned."