by Casey Morgan
I know she means all of that, but I can hear a tinge of sadness in her voice. I’m not going to push her on the subject because I don’t want her to feel like this is going to be a point of contention, not when it doesn’t need to be.
All I’m going to do is be the best mate for Anya that I can be.
I lean down and kiss her on the forehead. I wrap my arms around her, and she puts her head onto my chest.
“I love you, Anya.” I know I keep saying this to her over and over, but it’s because I mean it. I love this girl, and I don’t think I’m ever going to stop.
“I love you too, Raul. And, not to sound corny or anything, but Happy Thanksgiving.”
“That’s not corny. Happy Thanksgiving, Anya.”
Just the other day, I was lamenting about how I was going to be alone for the rest of my life. It was definitely the ultimate pity party. But, today, right now, I could not be happier.
I’m going to make sure that I give Anya the best life possible.
Epilogue
Anya
One Year Later.
Raul and I are running through the forest together. It’s our favorite thing to do as wolves. We try to get out every morning and every night. Sometimes, though, we get distracted with other activities, which means pushing back or canceling our running time.
Not that I am complaining.
But, this morning, we were able to get ourselves out early to go for our run. The only issue is I’m getting a little winded, which makes sense given the current… circumstances.
I bark out for Raul to slow down and stop. He does, turning back around to meet me.
“Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, I just don’t want to overexert myself, you know.”
“Why not? I mean, has something changed since this is our usual route and all.”
He’s so worried, which is sweet of him. I know that it’s just the way he is, and I love the way he is.
“Well, it’s because a little something has changed, and that something is that I am pregnant!”
I’ve been holding on to this little bit of news until I was absolutely sure that I was going to give birth to Raul’s child. Mainly because of all the heartache we had already gone through thinking it wasn’t possible.
“Oh my god!” Raul screams.
He lifts me up into a hug, spinning me around. It’s obvious he is happy with the news.
“How is this possible? I mean, I thought that we couldn’t…”
I shrug. “I think those people who experimented on you lied. I was talking to one of the other members of our pack, and she says she’s pregnant as well.”
After Raul and I met, some other members of the pack were able to find their mates. I think since the Shadewoods were no longer protecting the families who had taken the wolf girls, the families became scared and stepped away from the whole thing.
It probably didn’t help that there was a bunch of deal wolf bodies on the church grounds. I’m sure that scared a few people into doing the right thing.
“That got me thinking that maybe they said all those things about you guys being sterile to keep you from going out and finding your mates. They were probably hoping you guys would die off without causing any trouble.”
“Why not just kill us?”
“They probably thought it was the moral thing to do. Who knows?”
People who do things like that don’t always make the most logical choices. They probably really did think that they were doing the more noble thing by keeping us all alive to deal with the miserable existence they set up for us. In the long run, I did find happiness, though, and I’m not going to hold grudges that won’t serve me in any way.
“That could be true. The people who did those things to us were not the greatest. In fact, they were cruel. I wouldn’t be surprised if everything you just said was true.”
Raul doesn’t like to talk about the things that happened to him in the lab. In the same way, I don’t like talking about my parents. We’ll bring it up sometimes, if it’s an actual problem, the two of us are really trying to move forward with our lives.
“It’s a serious shame that the government lied like that, but it’s a good thing that it wasn’t true.”
I fully agree with him because I’m not going to be mad about the fact that Raul and I have been blessed with a baby. This is clearly something that we both wanted, and the only emotion I feel about it is happiness.
Raul shifts back to wolf form and gets into his howling stance. He lets out a long howl, calling the pack over. I join him, just to emphasize how much we want them here. It doesn’t take long for everyone to join us.
“I called you all here today,” Raul starts, “to make a joyous announcement.” He motions for me to join him. I stand beside my man as he wraps an arm around my shoulder and lets our entire pack know the amazing news. “Anya and I are expecting our first child.”
After Raul lets the cat out of the bag, everyone bursts into whoops and howls of excitement. I feel my face getting hot from all the attention, but it’s nice having such a warm and supportive group of people. Knowing that whatever I need, whenever I am in need, these people will be here for me, and I will be there for them.
It’s my first real family, and I love them all.
“This calls for a celebration!” Paul yells from the back.
“Yes!” Raul agrees. “Everyone grab what you can and bring it back to us! I’m sure you’ve already planned your own holiday dinners, but I think it will be more fun to eat together as a pack.”
Everyone agrees by shouting their own affirmations. They all run back to their homes to grab what they need to.
Raul turns around, looking at me. “I’m so happy, baby.”
“Me, too.”
We go to our house and get some of the food we bought to have our own small dinner and bring it outside to share with everyone. It doesn’t take long for our friends to return with their own offerings. There’s so much to eat, I’m sure everyone is going to be full by the end of this.
Once everyone is seated, Raul stands up to address the crowd again.
“Thank you all for coming to our impromptu celebration. Anya and my soon to be here child may have kicked off this whole thing, but this past year has been one full of good times for all of us. Tonight, we celebrate how much stronger our pack has grown from the love some of us found, to the peace we’ve all found, to just being happier in general. Let’s eat!”
Raul sits down, and everyone digs in.
His speech is fully on point. This past year has been full of amazing developments not just for my mate and me, but also for a lot of people close to us. So many of those adopted baby girls found their way to us, or a pack member managed to rescue them, someone else is pregnant just like me, and the Shadewoods have left us all alone. It’s been an amazing time for all of us.
This is also nice because Raul and I never had a wedding. I didn’t feel like we needed one because everyone knew we were together when they finally saw Raul with a female werewolf. But something like this is still nice, and it’s even better that we are celebrating our pregnancy. It just feels appropriate and apt.
This is the best Thanksgiving dinner I’ve ever had. There isn’t a single harvest festival that could compete with how amazing today is.
I put my hand on my belly, looking down at it. I know whoever is growing inside of there right now can’t hear me just yet, but I hope they can feel my intentions and emotions. I vow that I will be a good mother to my child. I’m going to give them a happy life my parents didn’t even try to give me. There won’t be a single day that my kid doesn’t know that they are loved and cherished and an important member of our family.
We get through our dinner, making jokes, and enjoying everyone’s company. It’s been a great night, and saying goodbye to everyone just lets me know that things are only going to get better from here.
“Are you ready to continue our night?” Raul asks me.
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nbsp; I don’t know what else he has planned. I’m sure it’s something he thought to do less than an hour ago, Raul loves spontaneity, and I love him for it.
“Yes,” I respond.
He takes my hand, but this time we take a slow walk. Usually, we run to wherever we have to go, but every once in a while, a slow stroll is enough. That way, we can slow down and really appreciate the life we have.
I’m sure Raul is thinking about the baby we’re going to be taking care of in a short nine months. That’s what’s been on my mind ever since I simply suspected I might be pregnant.
We continue to walk, and Raul leads me towards somewhere familiar. It doesn’t take me long to realize that we’re going to the clearing where we first met, and so many more important moments of our relationship happened.
“We’re here,” Raul says.
“What are we doing here?”
“Well, since it’s been a year since we officially got together, I thought we could come back here and have a little fun,” he wiggles his eyebrows.
“Fun?” I giggle.
I love it when he acts a little silly, which has been happening more and more often lately.
I know Raul is going to make a great father. He’s too loving not to.
“Yeah, maybe we can,” he starts, pulling me closer to him.
He brings his face closer to mine and places his lips against mine. I inhale his scent as I mold my lips to his. He tastes like some of the food we just ate, but it’s also just his natural taste. One that I love entirely.
Raul presses his body into mine, and I can feel his erection under his jeans. It feels hard and ready to be inside of me, and I am ready for him to be inside of me.
I run my hand down his torso, reaching the top of his jeans and sliding my hand inside. Softly, I rub my hand up and down his boxers, feeling some of the ridges. My pussy quivers with excitement.
“Fuck,” Raul grunts. He pulls my hand out of his pants, holding it in his. “I’m going to fuck you until you’re screaming my name so loudly that they hear you for miles around.”
My panties are soaked with the thought. All I want, in this very moment, is for Raul to be pushing in and out of me. I get so worked up that I start to squirm against Raul. He laughs at my eagerness but gives in.
My mate pulls down my pants along with my underwear, allowing them to fall in a heap on the ground. I push down Raul’s jeans and boxers next, his dick springing out and hitting me against my thigh.
Raul quickly spins me around and pushes me against a nearby tree. The bark scratches at my back, and it feels so good mixed with everything else that is rushing through my body. He pushes his dick into my wet hole, sliding my back up the tree. He doesn’t stop in the slightest, getting started on his long strokes, pushing in and out of me over and over.
My arms fall around his shoulders, my hands holding on to my elbows to give myself some stability. The hardness of Raul’s cock massages my insides, sending pulses of pleasure shooting up my body.
Raul grunts with each exertion, and he gets just what he wanted, me yelling his name out into the trees. I’m loud enough, I wouldn’t be surprised that everyone in the surrounding areas was wondering what was going on.
But I don’t really care. All I can think about is how sublime Raul’s dick feels. My stomach starts to tie itself into knots. Every muscle I have tenses, my clit so sensitive that I’m thinking it’s going to wear itself out.
“Are you close, baby? Almost there?”
I can’t say, my breath is gone, so I nod, making a sort of affirmative noise. Raul changes the pattern of his stroke, moving his pelvis, so it rubs along my clit with even more ferocity. My legs clamp around him, wanting to snap shut, but the big hunk of a man is keeping that from happening.
I throw my head back as an orgasm tears through my body, nearly taking my entire soul with it.
Raul’s mouth has moved to my neck, and I can hear him roar in my ear as his cum spills into me. I feel the sticky substance drip down my leg, loving the way Raul feels all over me. He does a few more lazy pumps into me before we both still, letting ourselves catch our breaths.
When Raul leans his head back, I cup his cheek, kissing him really quick.
“You’re absolutely perfect,” Raul whispers to me.
“You’re perfect,” I whisper back. “And I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
Raul lets me down, and we both get redressed. Right after, we shift into our wolf form so we can run back home. I think about all the things I have to be grateful for as the wind blows through my hair.
Raul and I have built the perfect life together, and if it had just been the two of us, I would have been more than happy with our little family. But now we get to add a third little person, and I am over the moon. There is nothing else that I could ask for. I was thankful for that amazing meal, but Raul and I just got to show one another how much we appreciate one another.
I never would have imagined just over a year ago that I was going to find out that I was a shifter and that I’d have this picture-perfect life. I would have never even been able to comprehend or entertain such a thought, but I’ve never been happier in my life, and I’m ready for the next chapter to begin.
THE END
An Alpha in a Pear Tree
A Wolf Shifter Paranormal Romance
Copyright © 2019 Casey Morgan; All Rights Reserved.
12 Shifters of Christmas Book 1
Chapter One
Marilyn
I won’t ever forget the day I found out my aunt died. Because it was also the day I thought I was finally going to lose my virginity.
For a long time, I envisioned giving my virginity to someone special, someone who would know exactly what he was doing and treat me nice and all that other crap most girls dream of having for their very first time. But after a while, I decided to settle on giving it to whoever wanted it, because it almost felt like an anchor I was dragging along with me.
My friends at school had long lost their virginity and teased me about still having mine. I had managed to keep it all throughout high school and now that I had started college, I was sick of it.
Or maybe I was just sick of everything about college life in general.
I’d never had the best social skills, especially when it came to guys. That was rather an understatement- I was an awkward mess when it came to guys.
So, when Charles Stubb asked me out, I’d said yes. He was known for being a player, so I figured he’d know what he was doing, at least.
He was also known for being a douchey jerk, but I didn’t really care. In fact, I kind of thought of it as a benefit. Because I figured it would help decrease my chances of getting emotionally attached to the guy who took my virginity. I was looking for more of a “one and done” type situation, ideally, but in practice, I didn’t trust my heart to stay out of it.
I tended to get overly attached to the few people in my life I let myself get close to. So, this was going to be one of those “Operation: Do Not Get Close to This Person” type of missions.
You know, the kind that everyone aims for.
Or maybe it’s just me.
It turned out that by asking me out, Charles had meant inviting himself over to my dorm room to fuck. It wasn’t exactly the romantic date I used to envision happening before having sex for my very first time, but by that point, in case I haven’t been clear, I wasn’t being incredibly picky, to say the least.
I heard a knock on my door at the time that Charles had told me he was going to drop by to “hook up,” as he had put it. I was rather surprised, and a little impressed, although I told myself not to be, that he was on time.
Taking a deep breath and ignoring my inner voice that told me that this was all a horrible idea and that there was still time to back out while I could, I opened the door, with a big, fake smile on my face, although I was thinking, let’s skip the formalities and get down to what we both know you came here for, and I’m pretty su
re that Charles was thinking that, too.
I was wearing the sexiest get-up I could think of: a mini skirt and an Oxford shirt, partially unbuttoned on top, in what I hoped looked to be a purposefully accidental way, like, “Oops, I forgot to button a few buttons and now my big boobs happen to be showing some of their cleavage.”
I’d dealt with some extra pounds ever since I hit puberty, and let’s just say that the freshman fifteen that everyone says you’ll put on in college had fulfilled every inch — or should I say pound — of their promise when it came to me. The one benefit I seemed to get out of being a bigger girl was having big boobs, so I decided to flaunt them.
I’d tried to get myself ready in more ways than just in the whole fashion arena. I’d taken a long bath, rubbing my clit while thinking about a strong, handsome alpha male who would carry me upstairs, lay me down on the bed, and ravage me.
He’d take special care to play with my pussy and then lick my clit, his tongue circling all around, his lips sucking on it until I came, begging him for his big cock.
Then he’d be gentle and sweet as he took me for my first time. He’d press the head of his cock on my pussy while he played with my nipple and kissed my neck.
When he pressed it in, he’d hold me tightly and ask me how it felt. I’d tell him it felt good, and he’d keep going in, until he was filling me full of him and I was having sex for my very first time.
I’d reach my hips up higher, letting him get completely inside me, moaning a bit and thanking him for making me feel so good. He’d tell me it was his pleasure and that he knew it would feel good, but he hadn’t been expecting it to feel this good.
Then, we’d cum together, calling out each other’s names as he filled me up with the cum that was shooting out of his cock as it pulsed and throbbed inside me. (This being fantasy, I needn’t worry about things like unintended pregnancies or STDs and all the other stuff my over-protective father had always warned me about.)