“I also do not wish to lose you,” I concede. He swiftly seizes my hand and kisses it. I perceive the sparks from the contact, and it is immensely pleasurable.
“I did not experience those moments with another man.” This information is essential, yet I prefer it to remain confidential. I am not Alyssa’s biological mother.
“What does that mean?” In what manner? “I am perplexed,” he murmurs, his brows knitted.
I discovered her as an infant in a cardboard box in the forest. Dripping with perspiration, famished and parched. I experienced an instant affinity towards her. Alpha intended to deliver her to the fire station. He presumed she was either a human or an Omega and would be content existing as a human regardless. I realised I could not permit her to leave. It is difficult to articulate, yet I perceived her as my fate. Alpha permitted me to retain her here until she reaches one year of age. If she were a wolf, I could remain, but if she were a human, I consented to relocate and nurture her among humans.
His eyebrows arch; it must be difficult for him to conceive of me relinquishing my pack. I wish to keep the fact that she is not my biological child confidential. I desire for her to always feel that she is mine and that she belongs. She belongs to me. I would sacrifice for her; I would perish for her. “She belongs to me,” I elucidate.
He acknowledges by nodding and squeezing my hand. The sparks emanating from his calloused hands are exhilarating. He smiles, raises my hand to his lips, and kisses it once more. Merely grasping his hand and inhaling his enticing fragrance incites a desire to engage intimately with him. In Alyssa’s absence, I would lack self-control.
I consider you exceptional. He expresses, “Alyssa is fortunate to have you, and I aspire to be fortunate enough to have both of you in my life.”
I gaze into his profound green eyes, and all I perceive is affection. My heart is exceedingly full. I cannot suppress my broad smile. Alyssa rises and approaches Cohen. I am somewhat apprehensive. Cohen possesses considerable size and musculature, exuding a palpable hardness. It is difficult to envision him exhibiting tenderness towards children. Despite my desire for him, it suddenly occurs to me that he may not be suitable for her. I perceive an acceleration in my heart rate. I observe her approach him.
“Greetings, Alyssa!”He greets her softly.
Bite. Incise. Cookie!She offers him a bite of her cookie, raising it towards him. He smiles, acquiesces, and takes a bite.
“Thank you,” he expresses to her with a broad smile.
She perches on his leg and rests her head against his chest. Her ease with him is surprising, as she typically struggles to engage with new men. He encircles her with his robust, muscular arms in an embrace. Oh, my ovaries. I did not anticipate his allure could intensify, yet witnessing Alyssa’s comfort with him and his physical embrace of her brings me greater happiness than I ever envisioned.
“She appears diminutive in your embrace,” I remark, aware that I am smiling broadly, and I wish to conceal my admiration for him. I am incessantly preoccupied with the desire to make physical contact with him. He is positioned opposite me, cradling Alyssa in his arms. I approach them, sit beside him, and nestle against him. He sighs and kisses my forehead, whispering, “You smell delightful.”
I laugh softly, raise my head, and meet his gaze. I advance and bestow a gentle kiss upon his lips. He rests his head against mine. “I apologize,” he murmurs. I concur, “So do I.” “We both reached conclusions that caused us mutual harm,” I concede. We relish a tranquil moment, leaning against one another.
“I desire something,” Cohen’s resonant voice pierces the silence.
“What?””
“Once I designate you, I desire her to belong to us, not solely to you.” “I desire for us to become a family, and I wish to assume the role of her father.” I gaze into his eyes and perceive profound tenderness.
He embodies all that I have ever desired, aspired to, and required. “Nothing would bring me greater joy,” I admit.
He exhales with relief. He approaches me and bestows a gentle kiss. I have always perceived Alyssa as my destiny, which is remarkable considering her excellent rapport with Brandon and Gavin, as she is accusBeckhamed to them; however, she exhibits a pronounced wariness towards unfamiliar men. Her rapid affection for you suggests that she was not merely my fate, but our shared fate.” He smiles and kisses the crown of her head.
All depleted. More cookies? Mother of Peas? Alyssa enquires, and I respond with a smile.
“How can one decline that?” “Cohen enquires with a laugh.” I bend forward and seize another piece.
“Thank you, Mother.”
“You are welcome, dear.”