Chapter 184

Chapter 184
Freya's POV

"Freya," Alexander whispered, his voice rough with raw emotion. "You’re still here."

A tired smile tugged at my lips. "Always." I shifted closer, my hand brushing his stubbled jaw.

His next words hit me hard. "When I was lost in that darkness after the trial, hearing your voice was the only thing that pulled me back..." His voice cracked, and my heart ached.

I blinked back tears, my throat tight. "I know. I sat by this damn bed every single day, Alexander. Watching you, waiting. It tore me apart." I swallowed the lump in my throat. "But Angela’s done. She’s paid for what she did. We’re free from that shadow now. Our love—it’s stronger for surviving this."

He nodded, pulling me tighter against him. "I need to know about Luke. How’s he really doing?"

I managed a brighter smile. "Moongrass worked wonders. He’s back to his old self, full of energy. Running around like nothing happened. We’re so proud of them, aren’t we? They’re tougher than we ever imagined."

"Damn right." His chest swelled under my cheek. "And my Dad? How’s he holding up?"

"Physically, he’s healing. Mentally… it’ll take time. Trauma lingers." I sighed, the weight of it pressing on me. "But Anson and Edward—they’ve stepped up. They’re with us now. No more misunderstandings. The family’s finally coming together."

I felt the tension ease from his body. "Good. After all this hell, I just want us together. No more fights. No more threats." His gaze turned distant, then sharpened on me. "And our bonding ceremony… we’ve delayed it too long. I want to make you mine, officially. In front of everyone."

My heart skipped a beat. I nodded, my voice barely above a whisper. "I’m ready. I’ve always been yours, Alexander. Completely."

A heavy silence wrapped around us, full of unspoken promises.

Then, a lighter mood sneaked in. He chuckled, a glint in his eye. "You know, I heard rumors. Apparently, you were a tyrant while I was out. Wouldn’t let anyone near me."

I laughed, swatting his chest gently. "And you, waking up and immediately worrying about everyone else. Classic Alpha behavior."

Our eyes locked. Laughter faded into a shared grin.

His hand found my cheek, thumb tracing my skin with a tenderness that melted me. "Thank you."

I leaned into his touch, then nestled closer, my ear pressed to his chest. His heartbeat thudded beneath me, steady and alive.

He bent down, pressing a soft kiss to my hair. His hand slid to my back, stroking slow circles. His warmth seeped into me, stirring something deep and primal.

I sensed the shift in him before I saw it. His breath caught, and I felt the hardness growing against my thigh through the thin hospital sheet.

A playful grin spread across my face as I lifted my head, catching the faint embarrassment in his eyes. "Well, damn. Looks like Alpha Alexander is fully back in action."

He raised a brow, a playful growl rumbling in his throat. "Wanna test that theory?"

I chuckled low, daring. "Oh, I’m tempted."

Our lips met, soft at first. Just a brush, a whisper of contact. Then deeper, hungrier.

His hand cupped my neck, pulling me closer. I felt his Alpha instincts flare, that primal need to claim, but he held back, mindful of his recovery. I matched his pace, my fingers threading through his hair, my body pressing into his. I needed this—needed him.

I pulled back, panting. "We’re in a hospital. Someone could walk in."

He smirked, unfazed. "Already handled. Told Caleb to make sure no one bothers us. We’ve got this moment."

My eyes darkened with desire. "Then let’s not waste it."

Our mouths crashed together again, desperate yet careful.

His tongue teased mine, a slow dance of want. My hands roamed his chest, avoiding the still-healing scars. I felt his erection against me, undeniable now. "God, I’ve missed this," I murmured against his lips. "Missed you."

"Missed you more," he growled, voice thick. "I want to mark you, Freya. At our ceremony. Make sure the whole damn world knows you’re mine."

My breath hitched. "I’ve never belonged to anyone else. I’m yours. Always have been."

His hands slid down my sides, gripping my hips with possessive tenderness. But he hesitated, and I saw the concern in his eyes.

My gaze softened. "Let me take care of you." I straddled him carefully, mindful of the bed’s constraints and his condition. My hands framed his face, and I kissed him slow and deep. "Just relax, Alpha. I’ve got this."

He groaned as my weight settled over him, my curves pressing into his frame.

My shirt rode up, revealing the swell of my breasts beneath the fabric. His hands moved instinctively, cupping them through the material. My nipples hardened under his touch, and I gasped softly. "Fuck, you’re beautiful," he rasped. "Always so perfect."

I grinned, grinding against him just enough to tease. "Keep talking like that, and I might not hold back."

"Don’t," he urged, voice rough. "I need you. Now."

My fingers worked at his hospital gown, easing it aside.

His cock sprang free, hard and aching for me. I bit my lip, admiring him. "Still so damn impressive." My hand wrapped around him, stroking slowly. He hissed, hips bucking slightly.

"Careful," he warned, half-laughing. "I’m supposed to be taking it easy."

"Oh, I’ll be gentle," I purred, leaning down to kiss his neck. My tongue flicked over his pulse point, a spot I knew drove him wild.

His growl rumbled deep, pure Alpha, but he let me lead. My other hand slipped beneath my shirt, tugging it up to expose my breasts. Full and flushed, they drew his gaze.

He reached up, thumb brushing a nipple. I moaned, arching into his touch.

"Goddamn, Freya. You’re killing me." His voice strained with hunger.

"Good." I smirked, guiding his hand lower.

My leggings came off with a quick tug, leaving me bare beneath. He circled my clit, slow and deliberate, watching my face.

My eyes fluttered shut, lips parting. "Yes. Right there," I breathed.

He kept the pace gentle, and I savored every touch. "Tell me what you want, baby. I wanna hear it," he murmured.

"I want you inside me," I whispered, urgent. "But slow. We’ve got time."

He nodded, guiding my hips. I lowered myself onto him, inch by inch, his length filling me. We both groaned, the connection electric. I paused, letting him adjust, my walls tight around him.

"You okay?" I asked, concern flickering through me.

"Better than okay," he grunted, hands gripping my thighs. "Just… move. Please."

I rocked gently, a careful rhythm. The bed creaked softly beneath us, but I didn’t care.

My breasts bounced with each motion, and he couldn’t resist—he leaned up, taking a nipple into his mouth. He sucked lightly, tongue swirling.

I whimpered, my pace faltering. "Oh, fuck, Alexander. That’s—yes."

He grinned against my skin. "Love hearing you like this. So needy for me."

"Always," I gasped, riding him with tender precision. My hands braced on his shoulders, avoiding his wounds. His cock throbbed inside me, the friction building a slow, sweet burn.

I leaned down, kissing him messy and deep. Our breaths mingled, hot and ragged. "I love you," I panted. "So much."

"Love you too," he growled, one hand sliding to my ass, guiding me. "Come for me, Freya. I wanna feel it."

My movements quickened just a fraction, still mindful of his state. The pressure built, my clit grinding against him with each thrust. I clenched around him, a soft cry escaping. "I’m close. So close."

"Let go," he urged, voice raw. "I’ve got you."

My orgasm hit, waves of pleasure rolling through me. I trembled, muffling my moan against his shoulder. He followed moments later, spilling into me with a low, guttural groan.

I collapsed onto him, careful not to press too hard.

We lay there, basking in the afterglow. The hospital room felt less cold, less clinical, wrapped in our warmth. "The kids will be here soon," I murmured, a smile in my voice. "They’ll wanna see their dad up and growling."

He chuckled beneath me. "Can’t wait. And that bonding ceremony… we’re not waiting any longer. I want it done. I want us whole."

"Me too," I agreed, tracing circles on his chest.