Page 99 of Nursing the Alpha
He cradled my jaw and tipped my face up so he could kiss me—slow this time, unhurried, like we had all the time in the world.
“Next time,” Seth murmured, stroking my cheek, “you won’t have to watch an old video. I’ll let you pretend all over again. As long as you need.”
I melted into him, letting the weight of his words and his arms around me ground me, and for the first time all day, the ache in my chest finally eased.
EPILOGUE
FLYNN
The house was finally quiet.
Upstairs, the sound machine in the kids’ room hummed faintly—white noise and little breaths from Jamie and Theo, seven and three, both sprawled in their beds after their nightly tug-of-war over which book to read.
And down here, in the warm lamplight of the nursery, it was just me and Savannah.
Her tiny fists curled into the fabric of my shirt as she nursed greedily, little suckling noises breaking the silence.
I couldn’t stop smiling.
I brushed a thumb over her soft cheek, marveling at how perfect she was. Three babies, and somehow, the miracle of them never stopped stealing my breath.
The door creaked softly behind me.
I didn’t even need to turn. I felt him, his presence always big, always magnetic.
“You’re still feeding her?” Seth’s voice was a low rumble, laced with disbelief and that familiar edge of longing.
I laughed quietly. “She’s growing. She needs my milkmore than some already fully grown alpha who gets no nutrients from it.”
A growl vibrated the room.
“Say what you want.” He crossed to me in long, quiet strides. “I get all the nutrients I need from your milk.”
I tilted my head back to grin at him, unbothered by the sharpness in his voice. “Is that the reason you keep knocking me up?”
His lips curved in a slow, dangerous smile as he leaned down to kiss me.
“Partly,” he murmured against my mouth, cupping the back of my neck in that possessive way that still made my toes curl.
He pulled back just enough to nuzzle Savannah’s dark hair, inhaling deeply like he was memorizing her scent.
“I love the babies we make,” he said softly. “They’re so perfect.” His gaze lifted to mine, dark eyes warm and intense. “Just like their omega dad.”
My heart stuttered.
“And their alpha dad,” I whispered back.
His smile softened into something that felt like home.
We sat there in easy silence as Savannah’s suckling slowed, her eyelids growing heavy until they fluttered closed. Her breathing evened out, the weight of her small body sinking deeper into my arms.
But when I gently tried to ease her mouth off my nipple, her eyes flew open, and a wail burst from her tiny chest like I’d committed the ultimate betrayal.
“Oh no,” I groaned softly.
“Savannah, sweetheart…” Seth leaned in, his brow furrowed like he was negotiating with a wild animal instead of a three-month-old baby. “You’re killing me here. Don’t you know you’re supposed to share with Daddy?”
Savannah responded with another indignant cry, her little fists flailing.
