Page 31 of The Brooding Alpha's Mate
My wolf referred to our room as our nest, but since I was among bears, I’d adopted their lingo as well. This was our den according to my mate.
“No. I would not. Get back into bed and let me feed you.”
Another thing about my bear? He really loved to feed me, which was great since my belly almost inhibited me from sitting properly at a table. I got back in bed and settled in while he brought over the tray.
A breakfast fit for a bear. Honey cakes. Bagels with cream cheese and lox. Scrambled eggs with cheese and peppers. No coffee for me because of the babe but instead, mint tea with honey. “This looks amazing. Everyone is up?” I asked.
“Actually, no. It was quiet down there. It’s a Saturday morning. Everyone must be sleeping in, except for whoever cooked.”
Bite by bite, Alex fed me some breakfast, but I soon got full. Having this huge weight on top of my stomach made me eat smaller meals more frequently. I savored the mint tea while Alex polished off what I hadn’t eaten.
“I can’t find any clothes to wear anymore,” I whined, pouting.
“You can wear my stuff. We don’t have long now. Our cub is almost finished cooking.”
“How do you know? I’m a wolf and you’re a bear. The rules don’t apply.”
Alex shrugged. He licked his fingers clean of the honey from the cakes. “Call it alpha intuition?”
“I trust you.”
Alex sighed. “You’ve made me the happiest bear in the world.”
We shared a few kisses. I reached for his groin and grazed my hand across it. “I’m needy, alpha.”
He growled low and deep in his throat, exactly where I wanted my cock to be. “I love this part of the pregnancy. Tell me what you want, sweetheart.”
“Suck my cock,” I whined. “I need it. Please.”
“Don’t have to ask me twice, omega.”
Chapter Eighteen
Alex
My mate had let it slip a few times how he had always wanted a farm. He knew this house meant a lot to me, and was trying not to push his wants on me. And while I appreciated the sentiment, it broke my heart. There was nothing I wanted more than to give him everything his heart desired.
So I kept my eyes open for farms being put on the market. This area had been filled with farms once upon a time, but over the years, many of them had been developed into housing or combined into huge corporate farms.
We could leave the area, but neither of us wanted that. We both enjoyed the work we did at the warehouse. Although, with Colson’s pregnancy nearing an end, he was now on paternity leave.
I’d all but given up hope of finding one before our baby was here, when Fate opened a door. I’d gone to the grocery store. I did that a lot. Pregnancy cravings deemed it so.
Today, my mate had been craving pretzel sticks, which I discovered werenotthe same as twisty pretzels, which we had in the house. They were also not the same as pretzel rods, which we also had in the house. According to him, pretzel sticks were ideal for stirring into ice cream, which I also needed to buy.
I didn’t mind. I love doing things to make him smile.
While I was standing in line, I couldn’t help overhearing the older woman in front of me talking to the cashier about how she was finally going to sell her farm. Her children didn’t want it, their lives now in the city.
“It isn’t a large farm,” she explained, “but bigger than most hobby farms.”
I had no idea what any of that meant, but she had all of my interest.
“I couldn’t help overhearing that you might be selling a farm?” I’d have never forgiven myself if I hadn’t at least asked.
She nodded. “Why? Do you know someone who might be interested?”
“Well, me.” I was really doing this. “My omega is about to have our first baby, and their dream has always been to live on a farm. But we also wanted to stay close by, so we’ve been kind of waiting and hoping. Not to pressure you, though I realize how creepy I must have come across.” Every single best practice when it came to negotiations had flown out the window. I’d not only told her that I was interested but how much I was, and that I was on our timetable.
