Filed To Story: Destined Bond with My Forbidden Alpha Novel (Alpha Alexander & Selene)
Of course, Myka couldn’t help but notice that Stefan made regular visits to Alice after spending time with them.
‘Who is checking in on whom?’ he laughed to himself as he noted the way Stefan watched him with a careful eye. He moved onto the small deck that overlooked the playground and took a seat where he could still keep an eye on the children.
Peter had not been so subtle about his intentions as Alice had.
He told Myka that he didn’t have time to play with him all day and suggested that the children could provide him with entertainment and possibly teach him a thing or two.
Myka wanted to be annoyed, but Peter was right. He enjoyed every minute spent playing and joking with them. Some of the older kids, like Sadie and Amy, had even been interested in his stories. They enjoyed hearing about traveling and the things he had seen and done.
It was a nice feeling.
It was also a frightening one.
Myka loved Peter and longed to spend their lives together. But he had no idea how to do that. Peter had made it clear that he was a pack wolf, while Myka preferred his freedom.
He let out a sigh. He had never liked these moments of self-reflection. They always left a feeling of longing in him.
“Excuse me,” a voice called from beside him. “You’re Myka, right?”
Myka turned to see a woman that had been described to him in detail. Her appearance, skills, and relation to the essential people in or around his life.
“And you are Selene if the rumors are to be believed,” he smiled.
“I am,” Selene smiled, “as far as the rumors… I guess it depends on who’s telling them.”
Myka grinned and leaned forward.
“Afraid Alice is saying bad things about you?” he asked.
“I think you just told me she is.” Selene laughed.
Myka chuckled and shook his head.
“Nah, she only shares personal details if there is a need to trade information. The real her isn’t much for gossip,” he replied with a shrug. “Most of the ‘bad stuff’ I heard from Bell.”
“That sounds right,” Selene laughed.
“So,” Myka leaned back and gave her a knowing grin. “What is it that you think I can help you with?”
Selene smiled and sat down in the chair beside him.
“Well, first, I should tell you a story about where you came from.”
Galen rolled his neck as he walked toward his tent. The tension in his shoulders seemed to spread, and he assumed it was the cause of his headache.
By the time he had finished talking to Alexander, teams had already been assigned. By nightfall, they had each gone their separate ways with their own missions.
He had taken forty men, dividing them into smaller teams, and he was left with only seven in his charge.
Some were fresh recruits who barely returned from their time with the humans and had yet to choose their specialty weapon. But there was no choice. He needed them all and was unwilling to leave Fiona with only the greenest soldiers.
He had left her with at least three of the most seasoned troops. It was an argument, but he was unwilling to let her win.
Galen entered his tent, sealing it behind him. He let out a tired sigh as he didn’t bother to remove his boots or jacket before laying down on his cot.
It had been a long year, an even longer few months, but the time he had been away from his family was torture.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. Unlocking it, he saw Bell’s annoyed but happy smile. She held Ren in her arms, and her hair was shoved into a messy bun. She wore a t-shirt and a pair of Galen’s workout shorts.
Galen smiled, running his thumb along the picture.
That was one of the first days they spent alone with Ren. The first couple of weeks, someone was always stopping by to check on them or staying to help out. But, really, it was just an excuse to hold and play with the newborn. Galen couldn’t blame them. He was perfect.
But on this day, Ren had struggled to sleep the night before. He was fussy and uncomfortable, just wanting to be held and bounced at all times. Bell and Galen had taken turns all night long. They were both exhausted and worn down.
Finally, in his slightly loopy and sleep-deprived mind, Galen had gotten the idea to sing to Ren. So as Bell took her turn rocking and holding him, Galen had sung.
At first, he tried the classic lullabies, Ren was not pleased with his selection, but that was when the genius of sleep deprivation came in. Bell told him to stop, to be quiet, and let her rock him. But Galen could not stop himself once the song had entered his mind.
And as he sang the words, drawing irritated and vaguely threatening expressions from his wife, his son fell asleep.
“Did you seriously just put our son to sleep by singing about liking big butts to him?” Bell asked with an annoyed smirk.
Tired but so in love, Galen couldn’t help but take the picture. That moment was one of the best moments in his memories. Seeing her worn down but beautiful. Holding their son, who was the primary cause of their shared exhaustion and their overflowing hearts.
Bell had pleaded with him to remove the picture and put a more complimentary one of her on his phone, but he refused.
This was the Bell that he cherished, the one that filled his drive and willpower when he felt himself running on empty. This picture, this moment. That is what he was working so hard to return to.
He glanced at the time; it was too late to call her. Bell had been incredibly busy as more and more wolves came looking for sanctuary in Winter. Between that and taking care of Ren, not to mention his own scheduling conflicts, the times throughout the day that he could speak to her were very limited.
With a sigh of disappointment and resignation, Galen sent her a message telling her he loved and missed them. Then he closed his eyes and set his phone on his chest, allowing the soft warmth of sleep to settle over him.
A warmth that began to spread over him with a feather-light touch. Soothing and caressing him. Easing the tension from his shoulders, his neck, and even along his jaw. Soft, delicate, warm touches, like small hands dancing along his skin.
Galen let out a soft moan.
“Trapezius…”
She whispered into his ear. Her hot breath twirled over his nerves like an electrical current through his body.
The warmth of her fingers moved to his chest.
“Pectoralis major…” she whispered heatedly.
Galen took a shaky breath, his body responding to the touch, the whisper, the memory of her.
He opened his eyes, and as he saw her smiling down at him with a cocky grin and a raised eyebrow, her hair pulled back in the same messy bun, he knew it was a dream, but he didn’t care.
Feeling the weight of her body straddling his, the warmth, the softness, his hunger for her grew. He moved his hands over her thighs to cup her ass. He felt the silky fabric of her panties against his fingers as he groped her.
“Bell…” he whispered.
“Hi, puppy,” she said with a sultry smile and bit her lower lip.
Galen sat up, only now noticing that he no longer wore a shred of clothing, while she wore only that t-shirt and the panties he had already felt.
A low growl rose in his chest as he looked into her eyes. He felt the pull of his deep love for her. Whether dreaming or not, devouring her was all he craved in this world.
He brought one of his hands up her hair, grabbing hold of the messy bun. He tugged just enough to make her gasp and expose her throat. He leaned in and rubbed his nose against it, taking in her scent, tracing his tongue along her skin to taste her.
“I’ve missed you,” she whispered.
“How much?” he whispered back.
His other hand on her ass moved so he could slip one fingertip under the edge of her panties.
He followed the fabric up and over her hip, nipping and kissing at her throat as he did so. Then, finally, he traced down toward her center. Bell let out soft gasps and moans as he kissed her. But as he approached his intended target, she put her arms around his neck and took a shaky breath.
Galen placed his hot mouth against her throat, sucking and licking her until she let out a small cry. Only then did he move his hand past the fabric and into her folds.
Bell gasped and let out a pleased cry as his finger slipped into her wetness.
“You did miss me,” he whispered, moving a second finger to trace her sensitive lips.
“So much,” she whispered back, already trying to move against his fingers. “Please, Galen, I need more than your fingers….”
Galen pulled his mouth back from her throat. He looked up at her, his literal dream girl. He wanted to bury himself inside of her as though she were truly his Bell, but somehow, knowing it was a dream, it felt empty.
He let go of her hair, and with a disappointed sigh, he pulled his hands away from her and laid back on the cot.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, looking down at him with concern.
“Nothing,” he smiled sadly. “I just really miss you.”
He felt a soft tickle in his chest.
Bell smiled, the same annoyed smile from the picture on his phone.
“Oh, yea?” she asked.
He felt another tickle in his chest.
Galen tilted his head in confusion at her questioning.
“Of course,” he replied. “All I want is to hear your voice, know about your day, and how our son is doing.”
Bell leaned forward, crossing her arms over his chest and resting her chin on them. She smiled.
“Then why haven’t you answered my call?”
Galen woke with a gasp, his phone vibrating on his chest. Quickly grabbing it, he saw her name and hurried to answer.
“Hello? Bell?”
“Hi, Puppy.”
Her reply had a grogginess that told him she had already been asleep, but there was a smile in her voice.
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