Alpha Nocturne’s Contracted Mate by A E Randell
Chapter 210 Scared? About What?
Ann had been confined to her room for four days before her heat finally broke and she awoke feeling more normal than she had done for days.
She sat up in bed and winced as her sore muscles protested against the small movements she made as she turned to gaze down at her beloved husband, sleeping peacefully beside her.
She couldn’t help the mild pang of irritation that rippled through her at the sight of him so unbothered and unaffected by her condition after her body had demanded attention relentlessly at the expense of her sanity. Impregnation or excruciating pain that made you wish you could tear your flesh from your bones if your mate wasn’t skewering you with his over-eager c**k?
It was hardly a fair deal in her opinion.
The male got to enjoy himself immensely whilst the female mewled and begged like a pathetic little w*h*e to be filled with his seed, all because of the natural mechanisms designed to ensure the survival of the species.
Bastard Moon Goddess, Ann grumbled sulkily as Maeve sniggered at her discomfort as she gingerly made her way across to their bathroom to run herself a warm soothing bath.
She knew damn well that it was going to sting like hell as soon as that warm water encased her tender entrance, but that would fade, it was the soothing numbness that followed the unbearable stinging that she was desperate for.
‘Well, I doubt you’ll be experiencing this again anytime soon Ann. You should be thankful your heat was so short.’ Maeve advised sagely.
‘Short?! On what planet are almost four straight days of having my privates pummeled like someone pounding rice into flour, classed as short?!’ Ann exclaimed in indignation as she carefully leaned over the bathtub and turned the taps on. Maeve snorted.
‘It wasn’t four days straight… you did sleep as well you know’ she huffed sulkily.
‘Oh well excuse me for missing out the whole sixteen hours of sleep that I actually got over the past four days.’ Ann snapped back in a snarky tone as she sprinkled a copious amount of the scented bath salts that sat on the side in a special container into the steaming water that was filling the tub far more slowly than she would have liked
‘I think sixteen hours is a good amount considering what some women get…’
‘Well, I’m not some other random woman! I don’t particularly concern myself with what others did or didn’t go through when they were faced with their own heat1 Think about it rationally Maeve… sixteen hours of sleep? That’s still roughly 80 hours of pounding! My… lady cave is not indestructible!’ Ann argued as she felt her cheeks flush in embarrassment.
‘Really?’ Maeve sniggered. ‘Funny that, considering it’s still pretty much intact down there…’
‘Hardly. It feels like it’s going to disintegrate into nothingness any minute now.’ Ann muttered moodily as she shuffled around the bathroom, tossing a couple of large towels onto the heated towel rail at the end of the bath, ready for when she got out.
‘I’m serious you know. Ann. I’ll have you know that the longest heat recorded so far. was some unfortunate woman who refused to give in to the urges and she lasted 3 weeks before she caved into the desires… then she took another 2 weeks of ‘servicing’ before her heat finally broke,’ Maeve chuckled sadistically
‘f**k off…’ Ann whispered, horrified at the thought
‘Four days doesn’t seem so bad now does it?’ Maeve answered smugly as Ann lowered herself into the soothing water She hissed as it made contact with her lower regions and clenched her jaw, willing herself through the sharp pain and counting the seconds until it subsided into a dull throbbing sensation, allowing her to lower herself further in and lean back against the edge of the bath. It would only be a few more moments until the throbbing subsided and then, blissful numbness.
‘You do realize that with the heat subsiding so quickly, you might already be pregnant…’ Maeve suggested with a sly smirk. Ann blinked in shock.
Surely that wasn’t possible in just a few short days… was it? ‘Stranger things have happened Ann. We are an Alpha Female. There’s not a lot of information out there about what we should expect when it comes to our heats and pregnancy.’ Maeve shrugged
‘I don’t understand how you can be so chilled about this all Maeve. Aren’t you even the tiniest bit scared?’ Ann asked her quietly as she closed her eyes and savored the soothing sensation of the water rippling over her still prickly-feeling skin.
‘Scared? About what?’ Maeve asked in confusion.
Ann paused for a second before answering her, uncertain herself of what exactly she was asking. ‘I guess about bringing a child into the midst of this mess that they call the Royal family,’ Ann answered finally with a trace of sadness in her voice.
‘Why would I be scared of that?’ Maeve scoffed, ‘We are perfectly capable of protecting our own child with or without our mate, and with Adam at our side, and Allen and Lexi, there isn’t a person insane enough to threaten any child of ours.’ She preened proudly.
Ann chuckled.
‘I wish I had your confidence Maeve. What about Linus and Cornelius? We still have the rogues to deal with as well as Narcissa and Ada’s escape. Does none of that bother you?’
‘Of course, it bothers me, but what good will fretting and worrying about it do? I have a solid plan to deal with each of them if you let me have my way, so I don’t need to think on it more.’
‘Oh really?’ Ann smirked, ‘And would that plan happen to involve tearing people’s faces off?’
‘And their balls, Ann Don’t forget their balls… it’s critically important to the plan.’ She grinned wickedly. ‘Seriously Maeve? Why the balls?! Narcissa and Ada don’t even have balls so your plan falls flat on its face right there.’ Ann laughed lightheartedly.
Maeve chuckled darkly as a horrifying grin spread across her face.
‘I never said I wanted to cut Narcissa and Ada’s balls off Perhaps I intend to make them eat the balls of our enemies like the nasty little w****s that they are, as their final meal before I rip their throats out Did you consider that?’
Ann blinked in shock as her stomach churned uneasily.
‘You scare me sometimes Maeve, do you know that?’ She whispered a little disturbed by her outburst. ‘Good. Because if I scare you, then I will scare our enemies and that is precisely what is keeping you and our future pups safe, Ann.’ Maeve growled warningly, baring her teeth.
Without warning, she suddenly sat back on her haunches and allowed her tongue to loll out the side of her mouth in a dopey expression, like a smug little Labrador that had just outfoxed its owner and managed to roll about unrestrained in a stinking mud puddle at the edge of the river.
‘Besides,’ Maeve continued with a smug expression, ‘I’m getting a portrait and a shiny crown and I fully intend to be the first crowned wolf to be feared far and wide.’
Ann snorted and grinned despite the unease that had sat over her only seconds earlier.
‘Oh, so that’s it then? You just want to be famous? All of that bluster is nothing but blind hubris and attention-seeking behavior?’ She teased.
‘Not famous Ann, infamous. There’s a distinct difference,’ Maeve grinned and the wildness that danced in her eyes let Ann know that Maeve was deadly serious.
Their enemies would learn the hard way if they dared to cross them, and Ann was perfectly content to let Maeve have her way if they continued to fight against her.