Queen Of The Alpha
Chapter 62

Oh…that delicious aroma.

Delicious, potent, alluring, intoxicating. Of a female calling a male wolf to mate. And in that case Layan was that wolf.

He growled loudly, making his chest throb. He could only salivate at the stimulation of every fiber of her body. The small body over his that moved gently, but made the fiction between her most sensitive parts even more erotic and irresistible.

She licked her lips where his fangs pricked them. The alpha’s eyes were no longer blue at all. His pupil in a tiny dot surrounded by an all-gold iris. The shock of the beginning was gone, now there was only one thing left, the zeal his she-wolf had promised him.

He raised his arm and pulled the nape of Priscilla’s neck down as she rose up on his forearm. His nose buried itself in the hollow of her nape and he sniffed.

-How good you smell, love,” he gasped excitedly.

He just needed that little stimulation to get so hard, his c**k ached for release. The females’ heat was always strong and delicious. More stimulating than usual, more pleasurable, and it took barely a spark for the pleasure to consume them. And the brush of the fabric of her clothes against his naked body was total torture.

His hand moved down her arched back until it reached her h*p and squeezed the soft spot. His tongue began to lick the side of Priscilla’s neck causing her to let out a m**n. Her nails clawed at his chest and even the pain was exhilarating.

-Mia,” he growled gutturally, pulling her tight against his body and wrapping his strong arm around her waist.

He felt like his instincts were taking over him, his control, his reasoning. He felt his mind being invaded and not by the scent of his she-wolf but by something inside him that wanted to put him to sleep and take control of his body.

He would not allow it. He struggled to be conscious. Priscilla was his she-wolf, it was his first heat, so he had to take care of her. Not go crazy with her pheromones and rape her like an animal. And he could confirm that when he slipped his hands through her clothes and felt her soft, warm insides. The delicate lips of her v****a opened to his fingers, but not enough.

And Layan knew it. Priscilla wasn’t wet enough to hold his or any male wolf’s member inside her and not rupture in the process. The knot was even bigger and even painful if one wasn’t careful.

It was her first heat. The most difficult and a very vulnerable time for young wolves. Like now Priscilla hardly knew what she was doing. Layan had regained control of himself after focusing on taking care of her and yet he couldn’t feel her with him through the bond they had formed.

-Easy, easy,” he said when he felt her m**n pitifully against his chest.

He knew it wouldn’t be easy, especially tonight. The first heat was so brief compared to the others, just moments over two or three days, it was undefined. The hormones in them changed, even their smell transformed, their body became more mature and sexually prepared to join their mate, if they had one.

But Priscilla was not yet ready for union. It would surely tear her apart when the need to quench the heat of their bodies and complete the liaison drove them mad. He had to be strong and wait until at least the second day to see if her body lubricated enough for the penetration to be less severe.

But god what torture it would be for him. He was so excited and desperate to give up control. His abdomen was already beginning to moisten with his own hot semen. And Priscilla’s scent, it was getting stronger and stronger. With each passing second.

And maybe that was why she opened her mouth and those words came out of her before she knew it.

-Be the mother of my puppies.

A whimper came from not only the she-wolf. There was a few seconds of silence where they only heard the beating of their hearts. Layan felt her stir above him and when he lifted his head her silver eyes were a little more defined. He felt her, Priscilla was back, slight, but she was there. Because he was sure that statement had filtered through her state and made her react.

Because more potent than saying they loved each other, telling a she-wolf to be the one to carry her pups in her womb was the strongest declaration of love among all wolves.

And he had just done it.

And she could only stare at him, with a sea of emotions in her eyes, but mostly in awe. Trying to open her mouth, but closing it again despite the gasps due to her initial heat. And he just stood still processing her words. She was still a pup, he knew, he was aware of their age difference, but even so, in the future he was already sure that he wanted her to be the she-wolf that would give birth to his pups and be with him for the rest of his life.

And to say so made his chest throb even more with a kind of happiness that puzzled him. He had never thought about the subject before, had not been interested because he had neither a suitable mate, nor free time to raise his offspring thanks to your hard work as alpha of his pack and leader of the council.

But now it was different. He had Priscilla, someone who would be his queen and of course, the she-wolf who would make him truly happy. Accepting her at last. He couldn’t help but smile at her. And apparently Priscilla’s face softened because her expression could be said to be…beautiful. As if a weight was lifted from her small shoulders to make way for a new sensation.

The she-wolf moved closer and though she was panting and her hands were trembling, she placed them on Layan’s cheeks and left a soft k**s on his lips. A delicate and somewhat fearful one. As if the beautiful atmosphere would break and the cruel reality of rejection would return. Priscilla didn’t think, her emotions influenced by the jealousy had control of her, but still she reacted to her wolf’s acceptance.

And Layan sensed that doubt, so he brought his hand to the back of her neck and squeezed it, deepening their k**s.

She was his, his, to love, to have someone to spoil and hold in gratitude. She felt great against his body, and there was no doubt anymore….

He loved her.

Really loved her. Not like some vague crush of a delusional wolf. This feeling he hadn’t felt before…not even up close with Nebraska. For, though Priscilla was his daughter, they were totally different. And he regretted that it had taken him so long to realise it.

-I’m sorry,” he apologised, pressing his forehead to hers as they broke apart to take a breath, “for hurting you…for not seeing what was right in front of me despite your insistence.

Priscilla smiled slightly. Her chest was rising and falling again and again. Her skin hot and needing more touch from her wolf. The heat was already starting to hurt and she was shuddering, but still a glimmer of awareness flashed in her eyes.

-You know why…I insisted so much that…you were mine,” she said with difficulty.

When Layan looked into her eyes he saw her smile, revealing a beautiful row of perfect white teeth. He shook his head, so intrigued that he gave her his full attention. And she responded by placing her hand on his chest and leaning into his ear.

-Because when my mother…took your b***d and merged…with me…I had a vision,” she dropped her head on his shoulder, “It was you and me…running through your pack…and you told me that…I was yours,” Layan was petrified at the shock, “You told me that you were mine…and I…I was only following your words.