Heir to the Alpha Book 2
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B. E. Harmel
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Chapter 1
Book 2: A New Heir to the Alpha
SCARLETT
Three months had passed since Joshua’s assault and challenge. Three months since Christopher had been swamped with meetings, countless visits to the council, and frequent trips to what was once the southern territory, now ours. Despite his busy schedule, Christopher always found time for me, for us.
I was now fifteen weeks pregnant, and our baby, Anthony, was developing well. Even though my mother hadn’t confirmed it yet, I was certain he was a boy. We had another ultrasound scheduled for this week.
I was beginning to immerse myself in Luna’s responsibilities, but there couldn’t be a more chaotic time than the merging of two packs to prepare for this role. I still clung emotionally to my work as a doctor at the hospital. Amid all the recent changes and the new meaning they brought to my life, my work was the only piece of the old Scarlett I still held onto in my new reality.
Now, I was a mother-to-be, the alpha’s wife, and the Luna’s role was my real job.
Christopher and I had agreed that I would continue to see patients at the hospital, but I would no longer work shifts. Today, the appointments ran longer than usual, and I was coming home late. I entered through the entrance that led directly to our room.
It was still strange to think that I was living in the pack house. The names still intimidated me a bit. When I reached our room, Christopher wasn’t there. I glanced at the clock; it was already 9 p.m., and he was usually home by this time.
I descended the other staircase to the kitchen, which connected to the living room and the meeting room. I peered through the wooden railing, but there was no sign of him. I headed to the kitchen and went straight to the fridge to pour myself a glass of juice.
That’s when I heard the living room door open.
I turned around, and Christopher’s scent filled my nostrils just as I saw him drape his jacket over one of the armchairs.
“Hey,” I greeted, leaning against the kitchen counter and sipping my juice, my gaze fixed on him. I loved this view, and I never tired of seeing him return home from work, his face lighting up when he saw me.
“Hey,” he replied, walking toward me. “Did you just get back from the hospital?” Christopher asked, taking the glass from my hands and taking a sip.
He then leaned against the counter behind me, pulling me close until our lips met. I had been waiting all day for this—the feel of his skin against mine, the warmth of his body enveloping me, his lips on mine. It was my favorite place.
He was my favorite place, my home.
“Yes. Did you get my message that I would be late?” I asked, pulling my face away slightly but keeping our bodies pressed together. “How did you know I just got home?”
“I got your message, but you’re still in your scrubs,” he said, glancing down.
My eyes followed his. “Yeah, that makes sense,” I responded, laughing.
“You’re not getting too tired, are you?” His question was accompanied by a penetrating gaze, the vast blue of his eyes making it impossible for me to lie or deny anything.
I wanted to say no, that I was fine, but the truth was that I knew I would have to give up medicine to fully embrace my role as luna. This realization both thrilled and terrified me. I looked away, but he gently lifted my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze.
He read me like an open book, as if he could see into my soul. “Scarlett,” he said slowly, almost slurring the lett. I needed to tell the truth, but I didn’t know what to say.
“I’m fine, Christopher. I just… I need to rest now and…”
“You promised me,” he said, his gaze still locked on mine. “You promised me that when it started affecting your health, or you, or the pregnancy, you would step back.”
“I’m just not ready yet,” I confessed in a rush, pulling away from him and turning my back to him.
“Scarlett,” he said again, his hands on my shoulders. I still had my back to him, and he let out a deep sigh. I felt the warmth of his breath on the back of my neck.
“I just want you both to be okay,” he said, his hands moving from my waist to my belly. I felt his body press against mine from behind, and I relaxed into his embrace. My head rested on his chest, giving me enough space to look up at him.
“I’m just tired, but I promise it’s not getting to me,” I said, and he looked at me, his gaze skeptical.
“All right, let’s go upstairs. I’m tired too,” Christopher said, kissing my cheek and slowly releasing me.
He then scooped me up, throwing me over his shoulder.
“Christopher,” I protested, but he just laughed and carried me up the stairs.
He opened the door and set me down, making me laugh. I was tired and wanted to change into my pajamas and lie down. I took off my scrubs, but when I unclasped my bra, I let out a sigh of relief.
My breasts had grown significantly in the past few weeks. It was normal, I knew, but my bras were tight, and the relief I felt when I took them off was immense. I ran my hands over the soft skin of my breasts, celebrating the freedom from discomfort.
I barely noticed when he approached from behind and held them too, his hands over mine.
My body shivered at his touch, and a smile spread across my lips as I closed my eyes to savor the sensation. His body enveloped mine, and his warmth comforted me.
“Didn’t you say you were tired?” I teased.
“I’m never too tired for you,” he said, pressing his hips against mine.
I could feel the bulge in his pants, and I let out a sigh. My body responded to his touch instantly. It was natural, almost transcendental, as if we were meant for each other to the point of obsession.
That was it. We were obsessed with each other. I turned quickly, my hands going to his neck and pulling him closer. Our lips collided, and he wasted no time in claiming my mouth with a voracious kiss.
His tongue invaded my mouth, making me lose all sense of reality. Christopher’s hands roamed my body, tracing every curve and contour as if he were committing me to memory. His fingers found the dip between my thigh and my ass, pulling me up and causing my legs to wrap around his waist as he carried me to the bed, his lips trailing kisses down my neck.
I wasn’t sure if it was the hormones, the anticipation of seeing him all day, or just the sheer intensity of us, but every touch sent sparks through me, leaving me aching for more. When his mouth moved lower, taking my breast in his mouth, the pleasure was so intense I could barely contain my cries.
He was patient, lavishing attention on me, sucking, kissing, biting, before moving to my other breast, ensuring it received the same treatment. His kisses continued their journey south, leaving a trail of desire until he reached the apex of my thighs. The moment his tongue touched me, I moaned, the sounds spurring him on as he continued to kiss, tease, and suck.
The pleasure was so intense, building in waves, stoking a fire within me that was threatening to consume me. I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed him inside me.
Now.
I tugged at the collar of his shirt, causing Christopher to look at me in confusion.
“I need you…inside me,” I managed to gasp out, my voice hoarse from pleasure and heavy breathing.
My words seemed to ignite something in him, a spark flashing in his eyes.
He was quick, shedding his clothes in two swift movements. I moaned as I felt him at my entrance, his length filling me completely. His groan echoed my own.
Fuck.
The world spun, my breath hitched, and I knew this was exactly what I needed. Christopher started slow, each thrust calculated and deliberate. But gradually, he picked up the pace, the heat in my belly growing until I knew I was on the brink.
My breaths came in ragged gasps, but he didn’t stop. I could tell he was close too, his hand sliding down to my clit, pushing me over the edge. My orgasm hit me hard, my body shaking uncontrollably, and then he followed, his moans filling the room.
We showered together, which inevitably led to more sex, and then again in bed before we fell asleep. It seemed like we couldn’t get enough of each other. I don’t remember what time it was when I finally drifted off, but I remember falling asleep in his arms.
***
It felt like I had just closed my eyes when I felt him stir next to me, pressing a kiss to my cheek.
“Good morning.” Christopher’s voice was thick with sleep. “We have a meeting in forty minutes. Come on, let’s get up and have some coffee before we start.”
I groaned, pulling the sheets up over my head. I wanted nothing more than to stay in bed, but I knew I had to get up. We managed to squeeze in a quick cup of coffee before the meeting, but I was still exhausted. I felt worse than when I pulled double shifts at the hospital, and speaking of which, I still had to go in after lunch.
The meeting was with two representatives from the council. They were wrapping up their own internal investigations, but with Rufus’s death, it was easier to clean house. Our entire administration was present, and we were discussing the upcoming pack union ceremony and how to ensure it was as peaceful as possible.
At first, I was able to keep up, but as the meeting dragged on, my focus started to wane.
My vision blurred. Their lips were moving, but I couldn’t make out what they were saying. I leaned back in my chair, closing my eyes for just a moment.
“Scarlett.” The voice was familiar, barely above a whisper.
“Scarlett, are you sleeping?”
I opened my eyes slowly, finding everyone in the meeting staring at me. I blinked twice, my gaze landing on Christopher at the end of the table. His teeth were clenched, and he shook his head, sighing.
Damn, I had fallen asleep during the meeting.
