Page 74 of Bullied Forced Omega
Mira looks worried. “Don’t you want a girl?” She asks, strained.
She looks so stressed that I have to laugh. “Mira, of course, I want a girl. I want three boys and three girls. More maybe. But we’re not having a girl. Not this time,” I explain.
She shakes her head, amused. “There is no way you can possibly know already,” she insists. Her cheeks are rosy from the fresh air, and her lips are flushed with blood, glowing pink and beautiful.
“You’re wrong. Iknow,” I tell her again, my eyes on her mouth.
“How?”
“I can’t explain it. Maybe it’s a scent. Maybe it’s a thought. But I am one hundred percent confident,” I smirk, enjoying the banter.
She rolls her eyes playfully. But then her face changes, softens. “A boy…” she says, eyeing me curiously. “And what will his name be?” she asks.
My heart beats a little faster when our eyes meet. There’s something in the way she’s looking at me that makes her irresistible.
I pull her to a stop and wrap both arms around her. Unable to control myself, I press my lips against hers and kiss her.
She gasps, but then melts into me.
Her body leans toward mine as she wraps her arms around my lower waist and hugs me close. Her lips are soft and warm, and her taste is delicate and sweet.
My intoxicating little wolf.
I pull away before I get too carried away and slip my arm into hers to carry on our walk.
“A name…” I say thoughtfully. “Maybe that’s something we should choose together?”
“I thought the Alpha chose his first son’s name. It is tradition, isn’t it?” she asks.
“Do you think I would put tradition before my Luna’s desires?” I ask her.
She shakes her head, grinning.
We reach the spot I chose, and I pull the backpack off and open it up. Spreading a blanket out, I gesture for her to sit while I lay out the containers of food and drink I brought for us. It’s our own private little feast. Including a lot of the delicious things Mira has been baking over the past few days. Strawberry cups, ginger cookies, bacon, and pastry rolls.
“I got pretty lucky, don’t you think?” I tease her.
“With that?” she asks curiously.
“A beautiful wife, much smarter than me, who also happens to be the best cook in the pack,” I smirk.
Laughter spills from her lips, and my heart warms.
Sitting next to her, I move closer until our bodies are pressing against each other. I kiss her again, wanting to taste her sweetness and have her in my arms.
We talk and snack on all the different flavors and treats. We laugh and lie on our backs looking up at the dappled light spilling through the trees above us. It’s the perfect day, and I couldn’t imagine a single person I’d rather be with.
Slipping my arm around her back, I pull her closer, so her head rests on my chest.
“You know I’ve got your back, right? Always. I would do anything for you,” I tell her, my voice has a quiet seriousness to it. I honestly mean every word of it. I can feel it in my heart.
“I do,” she whispers.
The way her eyes glimmer when she hears me say these things floods me with need. A need to protect her. To make her always feel as safe as she feels in this exact moment.
I can read it across her face. The soft smile, the tenderness in her eyes. Somehow, even though I’ve never experienced it before, I know she trusts me with her life and her heart. She trusts me as her mate.
The realization slaps into me.
