Sold to the Alpha

by Cara Wylde

  Avelyn thought for a moment, then looked up at Max, a question shining in her eyes. It would be the sensible thing to do… to allow Councilor Harington to keep an eye on their child. After all, they did owe the man so much. If it weren’t for him and his illegal cure for the werewolf venom, Avelyn wouldn’t be a hybrid now. She wouldn’t be pregnant either.

  “Mr. Harington,” said Max finally. “I can’t think of a better person to be the godfather of my son. Thank you so much for what you have already done for me and my wife.”

  They shook hands again, a sign they had just closed a deal.

  “Please, Max, don’t mention it. I myself have to thank you for what you did for my daughter, Lily. I will never forget it.”

  The Councilor gave them a quick wink, then excused himself, saying he had to go back to his colleagues.

  “Three to three,” whispered Avelyn after Arthur Harington left. “There’s the friend we didn’t know we had.”

  “Now, that’s what I call a surprise. At first, I thought we were screwed.”

  “Still not enough, though… Grimmr, Voinom, Harington… There had to be at least one more member of the Council who supported us.”

  “Not Willamar.”

  “No… And it can’t have been Redfur, either. His own faction has just taken a huge blow.”

  “That leaves Kwahu.”

  “I could see that. But why?”

  “No idea, my love… No idea…”

  Karl finally decided to join them, and Max and Avelyn ended their conversation. It was better to leave it for later, when there wouldn’t be so many humans and shape-shifters around them.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Nikolas Blackmane

  November 16th. The contractions started at 5 in the morning, and Max immediately called Dr. Stevens, who had been staying at a hotel in Dunkelstadt for a week now, so he’d be closer to the Schloss when the time came and Avelyn needed him. He had refused to accept a room in the castle, saying he wanted to see his time away from the hospital in London as a vacation and explore Dunkelstadt. Caleb took the car and brought the doctor up to Schloss Blackmane in less than an hour. The nurse was already there, since she had been paid to monitor her pregnancy and stay by her side at least until the baby was born.

  Avelyn gave birth right before noon, naturally, easily, and without any complications. All members of the three packs were gathered in the huge dining room at the ground floor. They were incapable of focusing on anything else, so they had long given up trying to, and decided to just stick around and wait for the great news. They knew their main Alpha was going to have a son, and it was a moment of celebration for the entire Clan Blackmane. Finally, the first heir would be born.

  When Avelyn heard her son’s first cry, she forgot all about the pain she had just gone through and started laughing.

  “It’s a boy,” said Dr. Stevens, wrapping the baby up in a clean blanket.

  “Let me see him…” whispered Avelyn. Max was still holding her hand, but his eyes were fixed on the small bundle in the doctor’s arms.

  Dr. Stevens gave her the baby, and Avelyn held him gently, almost afraid to move. Max kissed her forehead.

  “This is the best day of my life,” he said. “Thank you, my love.”

  Avelyn smiled up at him, and he pecked her lips. Neither of them could take their eyes off the baby’s beautiful face and incredibly small hands. He was watching them curiously, his big, green eyes showing them there was a fair chance he was a little werewolf, and not a hybrid. Then, his little face scrunched up and he started crying with all his might, making Avelyn jump in surprise and call the doctor.

  “Is… is he hungry? What should I do? I don’t know what to do…”

  “Relax,” said Dr. Stevens, struggling not to laugh. “The little fellow is perfectly fine. Amanda will teach you how to feed him.”

  Amanda was the nurse, and she immediately took a seat by Avelyn’s bed. “Here, let me help you…” She showed her how to hold the baby so that his small mouth would latch onto her nipple. Max decided that was the time to give his wife some space, and told her he’d go downstairs to tell everyone the news but he wouldn’t be long.

  Needless to say they were all overjoyed.

  “Congratulations, brother,” Karl punched his shoulder lightly. He didn’t do hugs, so that was the only way he knew how to express his excitement.

  Jocelyn hugged Max tightly, and so did Kevin. What followed was a long stream of “Good job!”, “Congratulations!”, “I’m so happy for you!” to which Max could only say “Thank you” and smile broadly. His face was already aching because of so much smiling.

  “Have you and Avelyn decided on a name?” asked Jocelyn.

  “Yes, yes we have… Nikolas. His name is Nikolas.”

  “Like our father…” Jocelyn gave him a large, grateful smile and hugged him again. “The best choice you could have ever made.”

  ***

  Nikolas Blackmane was born four days before the November full moon, which the werewolves called the Frosty Moon. It gave everyone the perfect opportunity to celebrate the new heir properly, with a huge bonfire, a lot of food, and even more alcohol, which, of course, Avelyn wasn’t even allowed to touch. Since the child was born, no one had felt like working much anyway, so they had all focused their efforts on organizing the best full moon celebration in the history of Clan Blackmane.

  Jocelyn was helping Avelyn wrap little Nikolas in a warm, fluffy baby blanket. Even though he was only four days old, the child was already quite strong and very demanding. Given his healthy, resistant metabolism that came with his inborn werewolf traits, Avelyn doubted there was any chance the baby could catch a cold, and Jocelyn had insisted she could very well take him outside in his nappies, but she still had to make sure. He was so small and he seemed so fragile that she sometimes spent hours just watching him move his tiny hands and legs around, not quite understanding how he managed not to hurt himself or break something in the process. She was getting used to handling him, but every time she took him into her arms, her heart sank a bit, the fear that she might drop him if she wasn’t careful enough sneaking into her bones.

  “There we go…” said Jocelyn, smiling down at the baby. “All dressed up and ready to party. Yes, you are! Who’s the most handsome young man in the world?”

  The baby laughed and reached for Jocelyn’s face. She caught his tiny fingers between her lips and pretended she wanted to eat them.

  Avelyn watched them, a satisfied smile on her lips. Another amazing thing about being the Alpha’s wife was that all the women in the clan wanted to spend time with her baby. They were almost ready to fight over ten minutes of playing with Nikolas, and they often ended up annoying her to no end, but then she tried to imagine what it would be like if she didn’t have them around. At least she had enough time to rest and even read if she wanted to. Nikolas was literally passed from one person to another, most of the time ending up asleep in Jocelyn’s or Max’s arms. She had tried to convince them to put him down and let him sleep in his own little bed, otherwise he would soon become a pain to be around because he’d always want to be held. There was no way she could reason with them.

  “So what if he gets used to sleeping in someone’s arms?” Jocelyn would ask. “Clan Blackmane is so big that little Nicky will never run out of arms.”

  “Wow! That sounds so wrong.” Jocelyn could say the weirdest things sometimes. “You don’t get it. I don’t want him to be too pampered. The last thing I want is to have a spoiled child.”

  “If he ends up spoiled, it’ll only be because he is your child.” At this point, Jocelyn would go as far as to stick her tongue out, which told Avelyn that was that. Josie had lost it. The baby had rewired her brain and turned her into a well-trained auntie. Auntie Josie. No one could argue with Auntie Josie.

  Avelyn put on her jacket and took Nikolas into her arms. After over an hour of fumbling around because she and Jocelyn had been unable to agree on how to dress him, they w
ere finally ready to go down into the courtyard, where the party had already begun. Everyone was waiting for them.

  Jocelyn held the door open for her sister-in-law and her nephew, then followed them down the stairs. She had never been so excited in her whole life! She couldn’t remember the last time it happened to her to get up every single morning with a smile on her face, feeling ready to take over the world. Baby Nikolas had truly changed their lives and helped them move on from what had happened just a few months before. Sabine, Christine, Val… oh, how she missed Val. She missed all the Moon Children she had lost at Alma Venus, and she knew Max and Karl were struggling to cope with their own losses. Little Nicky had brought hope to their clan. He was the sign they all needed to finally understand and accept that it was okay to move on, to leave the past behind, and focus on a new future.

  The moment Avelyn stepped onto the stone alley and started walking towards the bonfire, everyone’s eyes turned to her and the baby. The werewolves ceased doing whatever they had been doing, and held their breaths while Avelyn crossed the courtyard, reached the neatly trimmed grass, and stopped to greet them warmly and thank them for organizing such an incredible party. They cheered, and Rosanna shoved a glass filled with red liquid into her hand.

  “What is this?”

  “Cherry juice. Your favorite.” The raspberry blonde she-wolf winked at her.

  “Thanks.”

  “Let me see my little champion,” said Max, appearing out of nowhere. He kissed the child’s forehead and let him squeeze one of his fingers into his tiny hand. “I thought you’d never make it. What took you so long?”

  “Jocelyn wanted to dress him in that ugly suit from Councilor Harington.”

  “What’s wrong with it? It’s elegant.”

  “It’s uncomfortable and too sophisticated for a family celebration. I just want him to feel comfy and be able to move around in his clothes.”

  Max took Nikolas from her, and the baby laughed cheerfully. “Lovely blankie, sweetheart, but he’ll soon feel like a roasted chicken in it.”

  Avelyn put her hands on her hips. “Et tu, Brute? I don’t want him to catch a cold or something. I know he’s a baby werewolf, but he’s still more fragile than an adult.”

  Max laughed. “Relax. I’m just saying… I remember when Jocelyn was born. Dad used to take her in the garden with him and let her sleep naked in her crib while he read a book or went over whatever reports he had to take care of. She was two weeks old and it was early spring.”

  “Poor Josie. No wonder she’s a bit of a nutjob.”

  “Yeah, you might be right about that.” He fit the baby’s tiny body in the crook of his left arm, and tenderly placed his other arm around Avelyn’s shoulders. “But she’s also tough.”

  “Because your dad kept her naked in the cold spring air for hours, obviously.”

  “Obviously.”

  He smiled and captured her lips in a deep kiss. Avelyn let her head fall back and rose on the tips of her toes to give him better access. Their tongues rubbed against each other slowly, teasingly, tasting and exploring like they had all the time in the world. Pleasant heat spread all over Avelyn’s neck and cheeks, and her pussy walls clenched with desire. Being a hybrid definitely had its perks. Even though she had given birth four days ago, her body was completely healed. The only thing that showed she was a nursing mother was her full waist. She had gained a couple more generous inches around it, and her breasts were bigger and heavier than they had ever been. She pressed herself against Max’s body and immediately felt how excited he was about her new, voluptuous curves. His jeans could barely hide the painfully hard erection.

  “Mmm… honey, I want you so badly…” he whispered against her lips.

  “Shh… don’t talk like that when the baby’s around.”

  Max turned his attention back to the little bundle in his arms, and smiled when he saw him sleeping peacefully. “Well, he’s not much of a party boy.”

  Avelyn rolled her eyes. “It’s too late for him to be up. Here, let me take him back to his room.”

  “No, let Jocelyn or Rosanna do it.”

  Avelyn raised a questioning eyebrow.

  “Don’t you miss the reflection of the full moon in our waterfall?”

  He didn’t have to say more for Avelyn to take the hint. She simply turned around and went to find Auntie Josie.

  ***

  They sneaked through the gates and Max got rid of his clothes, throwing them behind a tree. He shifted in a matter of seconds, and Avelyn jumped on his back. She was a hybrid now, so his speed didn’t bother her anymore. He could run as fast as he wanted and she wouldn’t even feel it. The wind played with her hair and lifted her skirt way above her knees, making it look like a cape that covered the black werewolf’s back. She didn’t even try to hold it in place. There was no one there to see her white, creamy thighs, and she wasn’t cold. She realized she shouldn’t have taken her jacket, and for the thousandth time since she became a hybrid, she made a note to herself that she didn’t quite need warm clothes like before. She still had a long way to go until she would get used to her new nature.

  She heard the sound of the waterfall, and anticipation grew in her chest. That sound would be forever associated with nights of scorching passion in her mind, with the fresh smell of pine trees and damp earth, with Max’s hot breath on her neck, and the feel of his possessive hands all over her body. Her pussy throbbed with need, and she pulled at the werewolf’s soft fur, letting him know how impatient she was. He sped up and reached the waterfall in no time, then stopped right at the edge of the small pond, on the tallest rock he could find, threw his head back and released a long howl. Avelyn watched him in amazement. The deep, dark woods turned his howling into a never ending echo, the eerie sound raising goosebumps on Avelyn’s legs and thighs. Tiny droplets of water landed on her face, neck, and the heated skin of her cleavage. She shrugged the jacket off her shoulders and threw it somewhere close, then raised her arms over her head, combed her messy hair, and tried to gather it into a bun to let the soft wind cool her nape.

  “Mmm… this is perfect, Max. The night, the waterfall, the full moon… It’s like I’m living a dream.” She leaned forward and sneaked her arms around the werewolf’s thick neck to hug him close to her chest. Max turned his head slightly and rubbed his furry cheek against her head, making her laugh. “I love you.”

  “I love you too.”

  His voice rang in her mind, sending a shudder through her whole being, making her muscles tense and her knees squeeze his body between her legs. There was something so sexy and intimate about his thoughts invading hers. Something that turned her on like nothing else could.

  “I want you,” she told him telepathically.

  Max growled deep in his chest and turned around to take her away from the sharp rocks. Once he reached the damp grass, he allowed her to get off, and started shifting back into his human form. Avelyn watched him, awe dancing in her blue eyes. Her husband was made of pure magic. Everything about him was so special and unique, and sometimes she still had moments when she couldn’t wrap her mind around the fact that this man, this sexy, gorgeous man, wanted her and her alone. This wonderful man with wide shoulders, bulging arms, a perfect six-pack, and a tight ass her hands were itching to touch wanted her full, curvaceous body. This man had risked his life to protect her and their baby.

  Max straightened his back and fixed her with his gaze. His fair skin glowed in the moonlight, and his green eyes turned a shade darker. The wind tousled his longish black hair, a few stray strands covering his forehead and sticking to his neck. His cock was already painfully hard, the shiny head pointing towards Avelyn, the beads of pre-cum that had gathered at the slit showing her how much he craved her touch. She couldn’t hold back anymore, and she started removing her dress, never taking her eyes off him. She unclasped her bra, threw it in the general direction of her dress, then rolled her panties down her legs and stepped out of them.

  “You’r
e beautiful,” he whispered.

  They stood like that for a long minute, each admiring the other’s body, taking in every tiny detail. Avelyn’s eyes moved from his full lips down to his neck and ripped chest, followed the happy trail under his navel, and stopped on his gorgeous cock and heavy balls. She licked her lips, closed the distance between them, and knelt on the damp earth to take the base into her hand and guide the rod to her hungry mouth. His hands flew to her head, and his fingers sank into her rich hair.

  “Oh yes…” he whispered.

  She hummed around his cock and started bobbing her head faster, taking in as much as she could. Soon, the engorged head rubbed against the back of her throat, and if his moans and grunts were any indication, she was doing a great job. She used her other hand to knead his balls and slap them from time to time, knowing how much he loved the added stimulation. He bent over to reach for one of her breasts. His fingers pinched her hard nipple, and Avelyn moaned and sucked him harder, her tongue swirling around the head, licking the underside, her mouth hungrily taking in his whole length. She had gotten so good at this that Max was rarely able to last too long. Soon, he was pulling at her hair, urging her to slow down.

  “Baby, if you go on like that, I’m gonna come…”

  She stopped to take a much needed breath and smile up at him. “And we don’t want that.”

  “No, we don’t.”

  He offered her his hand and she was immediately on her feet, pressed up against him, they tongues engaged in a sensual battle. Max’s hands traveled down her back and stopped to grope her generous ass. She moaned and rolled her hips against his hard cock. The sweet friction made her pussy clench and release more juices, making Max moan at the intoxicating smell. He broke the kiss and started nipping and licking down her jaw, her neck, then her breasts, capturing each nipple between his lips and sucking on it lightly. Avelyn’s fingers massaged his head, encouraging him to go lower. He was more than willing to obey her. The tip of his tongue left a wet trail from her right nipple, down the roundness of her breast, over her stomach, and reached her navel. Max dipped his tongue into the small hole, making her moan and imagine what it was soon going to do lower, between her soaked folds. He kissed his way down to her shaved mound and blew softly on her sensitive clit.