Page 168 of Labor of Love

He turns that pretty shade of pink I’d grown used to over the years. “Are you mad?”

“Why would I be mad, love?” I ask, brushing my thumb over his bottom lip and pulling him closer. “I’ve been crazy about you since you first marched into the interview room.”

“What?”

“It’s always been you.” It’s not hard to admit the truth, not now he’s carrying my baby and I know he cares about me. He wouldn’t have tried to lie otherwise.

Making a soft gasping noise, he tries to pull back. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

Smiling, I pull him back in for another kiss. This time, his lips part, allowing me to deepen the embrace.

Our breaths mingle as I hold him tightly. He still has his eyes shut, as if he’s afraid to open them. “I didn’t want to pressure you. I wasn’t going anywhere, and even if this baby had belonged to another alpha, I still would have stayed by your side. You are mine.”

“I love you.” He looks shocked as his eyes flutter open and lock with mine. “I know that it’s too soon. But I do.”

I kiss him again.

“I love you too. Both of you.” Placing a hand on his belly, I rub it tenderly before moving upward to stroke my thumb over his nipple. “Now, what did that flirty doctor say about regular infusions of cum?”

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Alice La Roux is a dirty minded, mouthy queer Welsh author who likes to write about strong characters, supportive partners and the people who fill their lives with sarcasm, love and snacks. Dabbling in dark, LGBTQIA+ and the occasional paranormal romance, she owes her husband, best friend and sister everything?without them she wouldn’t be writing.

She’s a bookworm who reads anything: her comfort reads are dragon mpreg books and she finds dark smutty romances palette cleansers.

She’s also the owner of Indie Love Wales, a small company that hosts writing retreats, signings and bookish meet-ups in South Wales.

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Anatoly had lived hundreds of years and had enjoyed them too, but his life was missing something. Or was that someone? His mate.

Just when Anatoly was on the verge of giving up, and returning home, he scented… him. His mate but he detected something else.

Tears and fear.

As an omega Kael had known one day he could be sold to an alpha and that day had arrived. At eighteen, the life he’d known was about to change and he had no say in it.

Sold to help the pack finances, Kael would have to endure whatever this alpha wanted without complaint. Then his mate appeared.

Can Anatoly save Kael from a fate worse than death?

1

The bar was heaving, but Anatoly Bruni hardly noticed. The vampire sat and sipped his scotch, his eyes scanning the crowd in case someone stood out, but so far nothing. At over three hundred years old, Anatoly had seen and experienced it all. There wasn’t much, if anything at all, he hadn’t done.

“Toly.”

Anatoly glanced at the only person he ever allowed to call him by that name. “Shevin. What brings you here?”

“Boredom?” Shevin shrugged, his black eyes moving over the crowd in front of him. “Look at them. They have no idea we walk amongst them. Far too easy to be prey.”

“They’re humans. They believe they are the dominant species, so they are careless.”

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