Page 78 of My Shy Alpha

I’m suddenly in the air, lifted in his arms.

But as Noah sets me on my feet, my pulsing, wet core makes it almost impossible to stand. He holds me steady, frantically nuzzling my head to immerse me in more of his scent.

“Show me how you saw it happen. In the forest.”

Holy shit. Is he about to recreate the dream with me?

My legs wobble like we’ve already begun mating. “I want you so badly that I can’t walk. Can you carry me there?”

Noah huffs through a sexual frustration I can smell, his fiery scent stinging my eyes. His hands slip behind my thighs. As he bends to scoop me up, he can’t resist giving my neck a hearty lick.

“Oh, my–” My knees dip with pleasure, threatening to give. The second I wrap my thighs around his waist, Noah ducks out the back door.

He dashes into my backyard, immersing us into the forest within seconds. I nuzzle into his neck, instincts welling in me. “Noah, I need to get down here.”

He sets me on my feet, checking my expression with furrowed brows.

But as I grip his arms, my wolf howls to act already. “I don’t understand, but I need to do something.”

“Do it. Follow your instincts.”

It feels nonsensical and weird, but I do the first thing my wolf demands - nudging Noah through the towering trees. I smush my side against his until we move as one, circling each other in a doting dance. When that’s not enough, I rub my chest, shoulders, and head along his torso.

I sigh as Noah joins me, mimicking my motions.

Noah purrs through his erupting smile. “O-oh, yes. You’re right. We were missing this.”

Ripples of loving warmth shudder through me as Noah exaggerates his movements, eager hands trailing my sides to encourage me.

Within seconds of his body all over mine, I’m purring with him. “I don’t know why this feels so much better, but I love it, Noah.”

His breath shudders. “You’re courting me like a wolf. It’s so sweet, I can hardly stand it,” Noah breathes into my lips. “Keep following your instincts. Let me meet your wolf.”

As our lips lock, I’m flooded with a sugary warmth, mixing with lust to make me moan into Noah’s mouth. He backs me against the nearest tree, rolling his hips into me with a growl. The sound sets my system on high alert, intensifying the pressure of his cock nudging my clit.

I hadn’t realized how much I repressed my wolf until Noah coaxed her back out to play today. Noah’s touch roams over every corner of me, his hands and lips massaging pleasure everywhere he explores. I can’t stop whining. Just his grinding hips bring me to the edge, but Noah’s deep growl against my neck makes me squirm.

Between kisses, a gray mass catches my eye over Noah’s shoulder. I stop Noah with a hand on his stomach. Noah backs up, shoulders raised in alarm.

But I can’t stop staring at the vision behind him. “That’s the rock,” I whisper.

Mossy, overgrown patches blanket this massive boulder, sheltered beneath the canopy shade, but Noah and I are immersed in the light of the fading sunset over the horizon. It peeks between trees, leafy shadows dancing over Noah’s broad chest as he catches his breath. We’re still hand-in-hand, not daring to separate, but this is it. The rock where we met in my dream. Our dream.

And it was right behind my parents’ cottage all along.

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Inever dared to travel into this thicket. It wasn’t Steven holding me back this time, but my parents’ belief that I’d get myself killed if I wandered too far.

A part of me always knew I was different - subpar in a way I could never pick out. Mom and Dad knew to protect me from stranger Lycans, but all my child self concluded was that I wasn’t good enough. I became my own oppressor. Mistakes were unacceptable, and no matter how well I thought I accomplished something, I always had to work harder, or else I’d ruin it. By default, I was wrong.

Which made me dangerous. I saw myself as a toxin, parasite, or bomb; what if my incapabilities hurt me, my parents, or my friends? Killed them, even? I’d be a terrible person. But little Aliya would say, no, I already am that terrible person. It’s too late, and one day, everyone will finally notice.

It wasn’t until I met Jenny that I realized behind every compulsion, I was fighting to reach a different fantastical day: the day I was finally perfect.

But I’m not perfect. I’m a shaking, anxious mess, staring at who I’m pretty sure is the love of my life in a forest I was never allowed to travel alone. Not just by my loved ones, but by me. I trapped my wolf too.

My lip wobbles, but Noah scoops me into his embrace, catching my heart before it falls. He courts me with tender precision, starting with a gentle drag of his nose over my jawline.

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