Page 37 of My Shy Alpha

His voice is soft and breath heavy. “Omega, I want it! Don’t stop–”

With Noah’s full consent, my wolf urges me.

Bite! Bite, until you taste iron.

My chest cavity vibrates with my growl’s strength. Noah’s neck falls slack, exposed and relaxed for me.

At the sight of it, my wolf takes over. I clamp my teeth, sinking into Noah’s scent gland as hard as I can.

Hot, sticky fluid spills down my chin, and my senses are overloaded. Noah moans, his scent exploding with pleasure, but I know what he’s feeling runs deeper than physical pleasure – and when I say I know how he feels, I know. Deep in my soul, I can feel Noah there too.

My eyes haze over, the most beautiful colors I’ve ever seen rippling past like rainbow ocean waves. But out of all moments to begin feeling another soul beside mine, his orgasm hits me first. It ignites a pleasure I’ve never experienced, stealing my breath as I feel the reaction from each pulse of our hips twice.

Noah knots me, this time stationing his tip so deep that my moan turns into a wet yell against his neck. I’ve never had cum in me before, but the second a thick heat floods my core, I know the condom broke. The image of Noah filling me makes me come so hard that I flex even tighter around him, massaging all seed from his shaft. Noah has to force his bucking hips to jam into me and stay there, no room to move without causing pain for either of us from his forming knot. My tongue continues to taste his bloody neck, urging more and more of his scent to wash over me. I quiver, consumed by him.

With each pounding heartbeat, something within me shifts. All I can feel is Noah, his presence surrounding me beyond just our physical bodies. As my heart turns inside out, a rush of unfamiliar thoughts, feelings, and experiences enter my mind, as if I’m merging into someone new. This unfamiliar existence settles into my heart, satiating my soul.

The more I see, the more I recognize that these aren’t my experiences at all. They’re Noah’s. Shy, sweet curiosity. A heavy, pulsing sadness. Agony. The need to protect. To love fiercely enough to keep everyone alive. Everything that was his is becoming mine, just like everything that was mine is becoming his. I welcome it all, desperate to understand every inch of his soul inside me.

Tears slip from my eyes. I hadn’t realized I never truly felt it before, but this feels like love.

Noah nuzzles me, dripping his hot tears down my chest. That’s when I hear a separate voice in my head.

Mate. My beautiful, gorgeous mate. I love her. I love her, already.

I gasp through sobs. Are these Noah’s thoughts?

As our bodies slouch, covered in sweat and blood, I’m startled back into myself by Noah’s sudden, elated laugh.

Resonating throughout my mind, his deep, soothing voice sends me into luxurious shivers.

Welcome to the pack, my beautiful Omega.

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My wolf’s heat erases from my awareness as I re-enter reality. Amy is crouched on my bedroom floor, gripping her hair and stunned silent. My legs are splayed and shaking, and Noah still heaves over me.

At first, I’m elated. Then I’m embarrassed. I just had the hardest sex I could manage with this man, right in front of my best friend, and spoke like an uncaged animal. But when I see Noah’s bloody neck dripping onto my bare breasts, I forget every other worry with a horrified gasp.

“Noah, oh, God! I-I made you bleed!”

He presses my palm against his pounding heart. I’m shocked to realize he’s still crying.

And smiling. “This is the best day of my life. I don’t mind a little blood.”

Goosebumps erupt across my body. The racing heartbeat in my ears slowly links to Noah’s pulse thudding against my palm.

We’re one.

I feel his happiness - a sugary, soothing warmth filling my core to replace the fire he started when we first met. It dances with my confused, yet hopeful emotions, our unique blend warping into a new emotion by the millisecond.

“Noah, we– What is this?”

He weeps through a smile. “We bonded.”

Bonded. That word pulses through me until my heart soars. Bonding describes this novel sensation perfectly, and it’s better than anything I’ve fathomed in my lifetime. I know Noah, even though we just met. I know his core self deeper than I’ve known another soul.

But I can’t allow myself the pleasure of happiness when I see a major problem: we didn’t agree on this beforehand. Was Noah’s consent spurred by a moment of passion, or does he truly want to be bonded to me? Noah’s entire life just changed, and it’s all my greedy wolf’s fault.

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