The Alpha's Exchanged Mate
The Alpha’s Exchanged Mate – Chapter 14

Alexander’s POV…

I can see how tense she is and somehow, I replace it amusing. I won’t lie, she tickles my fancy a lot. After all, it’s not every time a woman gets to capture my attention.

She is walking around the room, touching things, observing, and carefully scrutinizing.

I love how she is so keen to take in all the details of this room or was it her way of avoiding a conversation with me about what we would be doing all night?

I am not sure I know what I am supposed to do either.

Ever since I got paralyzed, Sonia had deprived me of having s*x with her. I once overheard her telling her handmaid that she found it disgusting to have s*x with a crippled man.

So, when I found out she was pregnant and for the amount of time the child had been conceived, it was easy to know that the child wasn’t mine.

Even when I got better and still pretended to be paralyzed, I had not had s*x either. It had been a struggle and this night would be a much bigger struggle for me too; having s*x without moving the way I am used to. I wonder why my mind is already visualizing s*x with her. She had not even agreed to it, and I am not about to force anyone into anything.

“You look tense, why is that?” I asked, trying to get her to stay still and stop moving around the room.

Ever since the wedding, she had been absent-minded, lost in her thoughts, and rather clumsy. I could tell she was nervous.

“Nothing, just admiring your room, ” she muttered and finally paused and gazed at me for the first time since we left the party.

“We need to talk,” I said to her, then she nodded in agreement.

“Yes, we do.”

“About s*x,” I paused ” You have been avoiding contact with me because of that,” I added, and she turned pink as I could see her getting embarrassed by my forwardness.

“I am not avoiding you. I just don’t know what to expect,” she replied gently, biting her lips. She does that anytime she is nervous and unsure. It’s crazy that I just got to meet her after a long while and already knew her so well. When her sister and I were married, they never got along, so she never came by.

“You are my wife, Edwina. What do you expect?” I said, sounding a bit authoritative.

I wheeled myself to where she stood, “Edwina, you are my Luna, and I am your mate now. You have duties to satisfy both me and my wolf.”

She stared at me with intensity. I hate it when she does that because I replace it hard to know exactly what she is thinking.

“You say it as if it is some sort of chore,” she mumbled underneath her breath. I almost didn’t hear her.

“I don’t know what you take it as, a duty, a means of satisfaction or pleasure, but as long as you are my wife, you are going to fulfill that obligation to me,” I stated. I hated how I sounded to her and how my words were coming off too.

“Again, with the whole obligation talk,” she muttered, moving to the other side of the room and sitting on a chair that faced the window that gave a perfect view of the garden.

“What do you want me to say, Edwina? Clearly, we are not doing it for love, but because we are married to each other. Isn’t that what you define as an obligation?” I asked, and she continued glaring at the window, not even looking at me.

“I don’t want to force you into anything you don’t want to. We can just sleep today and figure it out later. I know this might be a lot for you,” I said rather calmly this time and nodded her head in agreement. I was a little bit disappointed, but I understood her.

“I want to go take a shower,” she announced.

“Do you want me to join you?” I teased her and she smiled.

“Well, I will consider it later,” she replied with a grin on her face. “Which is the bathroom?” She asked, pointing at both doors in the room before I pointed at the one by my left.

“That one,” I replied.

She smiled again as she reached out for her luggage and opened it. She searched for it for a while, then brought out a towel and what looked like a nightgown. I watched her as she did all that and disappeared to the bathroom with them.

I get it, her hesitance to have s*x with me. Having s*x with a seemingly crippled person can be a lot, so I will give her enough time to process the information.

I heard the shower being turned on and I couldn’t help but wonder what her naked self would look like without any clothes.

I kept on holding onto the thoughts when she appeared with a towel. Her skin was dripping with water, her hair was wet, and she was looking at me intensely again.

“I am done showering,” she muttered. There was something different about her voice and I couldn’t help but notice what it was. The towel was wrapped around her chest, and she held her pajamas which she had gone into the bathroom with. It was strange she went into the bathroom with them and that was when it hit me.

I am f*****g foolish. I cursed within me. She was giving me a green light and I couldn’t see it.

“Should I help you get on the bed?” She whispered to me as she lowered herself to where I sat. I knew what she meant by that but I couldn’t let her put me in the bed as she might realize my legs weren’t as wobbly as a crippled man’s leg should be.

“Come here,” I said to her, sounding husky. My voice was hoarse as I watched her come closer to squat where I sat.

“You look so beautiful today,” I said to her, and I could see a shy smile form on her face.

I touched her face slightly and trailed my hands down her cheeks to her neckline, she was motionless and she had that intense look still on her face.

“Edwina,” I whispered, coming closer to her, as I could feel my hot breath touch her wet skin.

“Xander,” she replied, and I smiled. This was the first time she wasn’t referring to me as the Alpha.

“I want you, Edwina,” I said calmly this time, and she remained silent. My hands were now on the back of her neck and some of her wet hair was touching my hands, dripping water on them. I titled her head forward to meet mine as I could feel her breath turn heavy.

“I am all yours,” she replied, and I waited no more before I titled my head forward to k**s her. I could taste her wet mouth on mine, my tongue exploring hers as she kissed me back intensely. Her tongue playfully throbbed into mine, gently sucking her lips and then my hand down her neckline.

I was perfectly aware that what stood between her being gloriously naked before me was just the knot she made in the towel wrapped around her body. In just a swift movement, she would be naked, but I didn’t want to do that while I was still in the wheelchair and she was squatting down before me.

“Let’s go to the bed,” I proposed to her and nodded in agreement. We reached the bed and she walked to the other side as I pretended to struggle to get on it.

After we both sat on the bed.

“Should I help you pull your clothes?” She asked.

I had always found a lady pulling a man’s cloth a bit emasculating, but I am supposed to be a cripple, so I am supposed to be handicapped also.

“Yes,” I simply said, and she helped me pull the robe I wore over my head, it was the Alpha’s traditional robe, and then buttoned the orange long sleeve t-shirt but before she did, I helped her remove it. I might be disabled, but I still had my hands.

She then lowered herself down to my robes. I could see how gentle she was with me. She helped me unbutton the trousers, unzipped them, and then slid them down my legs. She did this with so much patience.

She was about to do the same to my boxers once she was done with my singlets, leaving me with one piece of clothing when my hands grabbed her.

“My turn,” I said huskily and drew her upwards, towards me. Without waiting, I twisted open the knot she had made with the towels and the towel fell off, leaving her stack naked before me.

“Gosh!!” I exclaimed as I could feel my length immediately grow alert at the sight of her naked body. I wasted no time and drew her close to me and kissed her while my hand cupped around her breast, caressing them. She let out a soft m**n, then she gently lay down on the side. I also did before I lowered my head to her breast. I took them in one step at a time in my mouth, sucking them while my other hand’s explored down her legs, replaceing that sweet spot there and my hands going into them to caress her clit. She was moaning louder as I dipped my fingers into her. Her hands found my length, which was already hard and yearning for her.

She lowered herself down to them, giving me a hand job, and with a smile on her face she smirked,

“My turn,”

I let out a m**n as soon as her mouth accommodated my hard d**k.