Selling Myself To The Alpha
Chapter 78

Liana POV

I take only a second to admire my sleeping mate and fiancé before I quietly sneak out of bed. I pull a robe over my naked body before I walk to the kitchen to make breakfast.

I am jittery all over as I fry the bacon. I cannot wait any longer, I am dying to tell him about the pregnancy. I might spontaneously combust if I do not share the news with him. Last night... I sigh dreamily as I touch my mark. Well, the day might not have lived up to my expectations, but it ended splendidly.

My life is perfect, I smile as I arrange the plate and juice on the tray. Axel has marked me, and no one will ever come between us again.

I never knew I could be this happy, I grin as I pick up the tray and walk to the room.

Axel POV

I wake up in an empty bed and instantly I am worried. What if last night was too overwhelming for her? Michelle might have cleared her but what if she was not ready?

I am about to jump out of bed when Liana enters the room.

"Oh, no," she pouts and puts the tray on my lap. "I wanted to surprise you."

"Believe me, this is a surprise," I grin and pat next to me. "Join me."

"Obviously," she rolls her eyes and sits down next to me. "You'll get fat if you eat all of that by yourself."

"But you'll still love me," I laugh as I bite into a piece of bacon.

"Yes, I will," she replies while eating a slice of toast. "But I'm going to miss your six-pack."

"Miss Erickson," I pretentiously gasp for air. "Are you using me for my body?"

"Among other things," she wiggles her eyebrows and I laugh joyously as I lean over and kiss her.

"I have something for you," she announces as she takes away the empty tray and puts it down on the dresser.

"So do I," I jump out of bed and walk to my bag.

"Okay, you first," she sits down on the bed and clings to a wrapped gift.

"I was supposed to give it to you last night, but I got ahead of myself," I grin sheepishly as I sit next to her and open the ring box.

"Wow," her eyes widen as she carefully takes out the ring. "This is gorgeous."

"You sound surprised," I take the ring and place it on her finger.

"Can you blame me?" She lifts her hand and admires the ring. "After the hideous monstrosity you gave Angela?"

"The ring should match the woman," I smile deviously as I push her back on the bed and claim her delicious lips.

"Smooth, mister Silvermann," she whispers hoarsely as I undo her gown and push it aside to expose her breasts.

Her moan is deep and content when I take her n****e into my mouth. I take my time kissing on sucking on her breasts before I slowly descend. She spreads her legs allowing me access and my erection grows harder when I get the first taste of her. "Yes," she pants as I lick and suck on her c******S.

I continue with my onslaught until she is on the brink, and she groans in complaint when I stop. Her blue eyes are clouded with arousal when I centre myself and slowly enter her. She reaches for me and wraps her arms around my neck before she feverishly kisses

me.

My lips trail down her jaw to her mark and she moves her hips to increase our rhythm. Gladly, I oblige and moments later she screams out her orgasm and I shortly follow.

Breathlessly I lay down next to her and pull her into my embrace.

"Now your turn," my breathing is erratic.

"No fair," she complains. "How am I supposed to compete with that?"

"It's not a competition," I raise and support myself on my elbow to look at her. "Besides, I'll be the judge."

"You're impossible," she pushes me over and sits up to reach for the gift.

"It's just one of the many reasons why you love me," I grin.

"You're really pushing it," she rolls her eyes as she hands me the gift.

"It's a book," I announce victoriously before I start unwrapping it.

"Yes," she smirks. "It's a guide on how to be less arrogant."

"I stand corrected," I say as I stare at it in awe. "It's a comic book about me. Did you draw this?"

"Yes," she admits sheepishly as she looks down at her fumbling fingers.

"This is amazing, Liana," I mumble as I take my time to page through it. Every image is like a photograph. "It's the highlights of our story. At the bar, the backseat of my car. The time I showed you my wolf in the woods. This is so amazing, thank you." I lean forward and kiss her softly. "You should continue to the end," she says nervously.

Curiously I look at her, but I cannot tell why she is so anxious. I continue reading our story up to the end where she confesses her love for me. I turn to the last page. There is only one picture, and it is of me and her sitting next to each other. She is looking forward, smiling brightly while I am looking down at a bundle in my arms. A tiny finger is wrapped around my pinkie and a wolf's tail is hanging out of the blanket.

I take a moment to comprehend what I am looking at. I am holding a baby. Our baby.

"Liana," I look up at her in awe. "Is this your way of telling me you want children?"

"No," she inhales deeply. "This is my way of telling you we're having a baby."

"What?" I gape at her like an idiot.

"I'm pregnant," she mumbles and avoids eye contact. "Sorry."

"Sorry?" I frown. "Why are you sorry?"

"This wasn't part of your plan," she wipes the silent tears off her face. "I hoped it would be good news."

"This isn't good news," I put the book down and pull her onto my lap. "This is excellent news."

"Really?" She looks at me with uncertainty.

"It's unexpected," I admit as I hold her closer. "But I'm happy about it. When did you replace out?"

"When you came back from Dallas and you called Michell because I was sick," she confesses. "But Michelle confirmed it with a blood test the day I went to see my parents after Leon's death."

For a moment we sit like that in silence as I process the information. Suddenly things are starting to make sense. Her mood swings and her increase in appetite. I always planned on being a father, but I had all my days to make her mate. I had no time to think about our future children. This weekend was for us to bond and to mark her. I did not bargain on going home with a mate and a baby.

"I'm going to be a father," I burst out laughing and she looks at me with surprise.

"Do you know what this means?" I ask joyously. "We're having a baby. We're going to be a family."

"Are you in shock?" She looks concerned as she wiggles out of my hold.

"I'm overjoyed," I pull her back into my arms and kiss her until she fights for air.

"Thank you," I sigh against her lips.

"It was an accident," she winches. "At one point I wasn't sure if I should keep it. I don't deserve the gratitude."

"Of course, you would've had those thoughts," I push her back into the pillows as I kiss her again. I am not at the slightest fazed by her confession. A lot was going on and she and I were fighting most of the time. "But you kept my baby. Thank you for that." "I kept our baby," she smirks as she pushes her fingers through my hair.

"Our baby," I sigh as I shift down and tenderly kiss her stomach. Underneath a thin layer of skin and muscle, our baby is growing and the magnitude of it all hits me. The love and happiness I am feeling are so consuming and it feels that my body is not big enough to contain it all.

"Axel, why are you crying?" Liana asks softly when my tears drop on her stomach.

"I'm so happy," I sniff, not at the least ashamed that I am crying. "So incredibly happy."

I kiss her belly once more before I pull her into my arms and lie down.

"Your gift is so much better than mine," I mumble and kiss her.

"It's not a competition, remember?" She grins as she pushes me onto my back and lays on top of me. "But I won."

"We won," I laugh happily and kiss her. "It's our baby."

"I call him Wolfie," Liana places her hands on my chest and rests her chin on them as she looks at me.

"It's a boy?" I ask surprised.

"I don't know," she shrugs. "It's too early to tell, but it feels right."

"Wolfie it is," I chuckle.

"Michelle says we'd be able to tell the gender in about four weeks," she smiles.

"Do you want to know?" I look at her hopefully. I get that couples want to be surprised but I want to know everything.

"I do," she looks at me with her gorgeous blue eyes and my heart melts. "How else would we know which name to paint on the nursery walls?"

"We can always stick with Wolfie," I tease.

"Your daughter will hate that," she lifts her hand to look at her ring. "But your son might love it."

"I hope it's a boy," I roll her over onto her back. "Because I will kill every boy in town if they want to do to her what I'm about to do to you."

"No, you won't," she smiles wickedly. "I won't let you."

"So, you'll be fine if a man does this to her?" I slip my hand between her legs and gently rub her clitoris.

"Yes," she moans. "As long as he treats her like her daddy treats me because it feels f*****g good."

I capture her lips as I continue pleasing her and it is not long before she trembles and goes weak.

"Liana," I murmur against her lips. "You do know wolf babies aren't born with tails?"

"Yes," she snorts indignantly and shoves me against the shoulder. "The tail represents you as the father."

"I know, I'm only teasing," I say as she gets out of bed. "Please don't be upset. I love my book."

"I'm not upset," she laughs happily. "I'm hungry and am going to the kitchen."

"We just ate," I gape at her. "Are you seriously hungry?"

"Wolfie is always hungry," she sighs theatrically.

"Yup," I get out of bed. "Definitely a boy."