Chapter 76

Aurora

As my twentieth birthday approaches, I fear the oncome of what this will mean for my life. I have always felt a little immature, but I think now that things will change. I will be more brave; I will finally feel free to make my own life something worth living and worth protecting. I know I will never have to worry about being protected with Jaxson around. My Alpha is dutiful and fierce. He doesn’t let anything happen to his Luna.

We have done nothing but talk about what we wanted for our ceremony. I want what I saw in my moon goddess vision. I would prefer us in a field, alone, just my Alpha and I. But he insists on Dawn pack being there. He wants everyone there to witness us officially mated in ceremony, of perfect age. I just want him happy, as he wants me, so we’ve come to a crossroad.

The waves outside ebb gently against the shore, Jaxson training some of the younger pack members to be warriors. He trains them like we will be attacked by royals again. I fear that thought but I can’t rule it out. Dawn might be outnumbered, but we have to be prepared to outfight them anyways. As long as we defend our homes, it’s a win.

I sit in the sand, the moon powerfully bold up ahead. I glare up at her beauty, watching her as she watches over all of us. I know the goddess is too busy to focus on us, but sometimes I wonder if she is watching, protecting, and it’s comforting to not feel so alone.

I twine my hands up under my head, laid back in the sand, this night one of many calming, gentle nights that I crave.

The heat in my stomach strikes me suddenly, paralyzingly, and I feel faint. A moan of sorts escapes me, my stomach curling in turmoil and my eyes spotting in with dark blots of blindness. I dare to scream, unsure if I have, the heat piercing me all over in an instant flash.

“JAXSON!”

He’s already holding, his hands digging into my sides as I’m thrown into the hut, into our bed, and the dampness between my thighs floods the dark room. It’s blood, mixed with some of the most hormonal drenching wetness I’ve ever caught wind of.

“You’re in heat,” Jaxson growls, his voice dark as his hands try to pin me back on the bed to keep me still. It doesn’t work. I scream again and instead of telling me to stop, his lips crash into mine, flooding my thoughts while his tongue twirls a dance with mine. He pulls away when the pain eases. “I’m going to fix this. Is that okay with you, sweetheart?”

I admire him asking but the pain returns to my head. I only nod in reply.

He wastes no time ripping his pants off of his body and throwing them aside, doing the same with mine seconds later. I cough a breath, wanting to choke, instead feeling Jaxson make out with my neck and collar. It eases my stress a little bit but not enough, not until I feel his hands roam all over my body.

One of his fingers finds my wet center and focuses on my sex, rubbing it soothingly at first before working to rub it faster and deeper as the pain spikes. I can’t bare it anymore. I throw my legs over his back, forcing him to lower down into my sex. I can’t stand not having him inside of me, especially when I know it will cure every pain in my body at once.

“Please, please, please,” I pant, breathless and exhausted.

Jaxson pulls away from kissing my jaw. “Are you sure, sweetheart? I could impregnate you.”

“Do it,” I say, regardless of the consequences or outcome. My body is in severe pain all over, heat rising through my throat and suffocating my every begging and pleading pant. I open my mouth to scream, to beg, but I’m cut off.

Jaxson’s member thrushes into my pelvis, plunging into my soaking sex, and I tilt my head back in utter ecstasy. I could scream now and it would be in pleasure, not in pain, and it feels so amazing that I arch my back to accommodate my mate. He doesn’t slow down, doesn’t hold back, harsh in his movement as he pushes and pulls away in rhythm. It forces me to relax, something I desperately need in this moment.

“Sweetheart, breathe,” Jaxson begs, his hand brushing my breast.

I feel hollow, taking a deep inhale, the afterburn of my throat almost blistering. “Jaxson, please.”

“I know, I know,” he hums. He holds my side, his grasp warm and firm. “I’m working to make the pain go away, I promise, sweetheart. I promise.”

He doesn’t disappoint. I swallow a breath, feeling my chest heave and my pulse quicken. He doesn’t stop, his pace steadying, the smell of my hormones so damn predominate that I can’t even comprehend where I am at anymore. I would look around if I could, my vision fuzzy as waves of pleasure ebb through my body all at once.

The warmth in my throat is replaced by warmth in my sex, feeling Jaxson cringe and harshly stop his thrusts, his body tightening as his head tips back. I feel the warmth in my sex multiply, knowing that he may just have changed out futures forever. I want to be happy but right now I am exhausted, feeling like I’ve run miles through fire without stopping until now.

Jaxson collapses beside me in bed, his husky arms folding around my bare body, my clothes ripped to shreds around the both of us, same as his. He breathes gently into my neck, his breathing ridged and warm on my throat. He relaxes at last and I do too, finally free of the moment that came and went so suddenly. With this new clarity, I dare to ask the one question that matters.

“Does this mean I’m going to get pregnant?”

Jaxson hesitates, his eyes a beautiful blue hue again. “I don’t know, sweetheart. Would it be so bad if you got pregnant now? It’s not too far from your birthday. We will be mated in ceremony and then you will give birth to our pups afterwards. I wouldn’t mind it, would you?”

I hesitate and he eyes me carefully. “I don’t know,” I admit. “If I have pups, I don’t want them to go through what I have as a commoner, Jaxson. I fear they will be in danger.”

“In danger?” he says, almost scoffing in tone. “Never, sweetheart. Never with me around.”

I nod, feeling somewhat assured but so terrified of my future pups going through my same torment. “Of course, Jaxson, but it’s still a possibility. They will have some commoner blood. They could face persecution just as I had. I would be afraid if I couldn’t protect them, not you.”

“You will be a great mother, a perfect Luna, and everything would be okay, sweetheart. I am not afraid of our pups getting hurt. I wouldn’t allow it to happen. Just like I have protected you. You are my world. You and our pups will forever be safe.”

I pray he means the truth. I wouldn’t accept having pups otherwise.