From Wet Nurse to Luna
I swear, all I wanted was to make some easy money off my breast milk.
But how come? After feeding the little one, they want me to feed the big one too?
I stood in the Alpha's study, staring at the pack Healer, who looked way too excited, and at Alpha Roman himself, who sat behind his desk rubbing his temples like this conversation was physically hurting him.
The Healer cleared her throat.
"Miss Johnson, the little heir accepts your milk not just because you're human. We ran your blood work. You most likely carry white wolf bloodline. Your milk has natural healing properties."
She glanced at the Alpha. Then back at me.
"Alpha Roman has been struck with heat toxin. There is no known cure. But your milk could detox him. He says if you agree to help, he'll raise your salary to a hundred thousand dollars. A month."
"Even if I wanted to," I said, spreading my hands, "I don't produce enough milk for a grown man. Look at him. He's huge."
"That's not a problem," the Healer said cheerfully. "I'll share a method with you. To boost your supply."
My phone buzzed. She'd texted me a list.
How to increase your milk supply:
Eat more protein.
Exercise.
Let your partner massage your breasts. Stimulate the nipples?
Have really good sex, and reach your climax more often???
I stared at number four so hard I completely missed the last thing the Healer said out loud.
Something about how the milk only works fresh.
Something about how it has to be taken... directly from the source.
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Chapter: Chapter 4I woke up to sunlight and a body that felt like it had been through a war. Every muscle ached.Alpha Roman's voice drifted over from somewhere nearby."...and we don't wake her, because she had a very long night taking care of your dad. Yes. Your dad."I opened my eyes.The memory came back, in flashes I had no defense against. His weight. His mouth. My name breaking low in his throat. Sore as I was, heat curled through my lower belly all over again.Now he stood by the window in the morning light, wearing nothing but last night's trousers riding low on his hips. He was holding Henry against his bare chest. The baby was gnawing on his own fist and staring up at his father with total devotion. Sunlight made the whole picture look like some famous painting in the Louvre.For a few seconds, I just stared, half sure I was still dreaming.But the ache in my body was real. The torn pillow beside my head was real.He noticed I was awake and gave a small nod toward the hall. A helper stepped
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Chapter: Chapter 3His warm, wet mouth closed completely around my already swollen left nipple.The feeling hit all at once—hot, wet, a slightly rough tongue pressing right against it. I shivered and my fingers clenched the sheets without thinking.He started gentle, just holding it in his mouth like he was testing the waters. His tongue circled slowly around the areola, licking up the milk that had already leaked out. Every time the flat of his tongue dragged over the sensitive tip, a little jolt shot straight from my chest down to my stomach. I couldn’t stop the soft breath that slipped out.Then he really started to suck.Not the soft way a baby does. This was a grown man, hungry and rough, almost greedy. His mouth tightened hard. A strong pull dragged my nipple deeper inside. I could feel the milk being pulled from deep in the ducts. It felt swollen and sore, yet somehow so good my legs went weak.“Ah…” A soft moan slipped out. My hips lifted on their own.Milk poured into his mouth in thick streams
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Chapter: Chapter 2Maybe we laughed too loud.Because Henry soon joined us, with a burst of crying.Before I could react, Alpha Roman already had both hands in the crib, lifting Henry out. "Shhh. I know. I know, buddy. The grown-ups were being too loud."Henry was not impressed. He screamed louder.His father fumbled a little gray wolf plushie off the shelf and made it dance across his huge palm."Look who's here. It's Mr. Fang." He pitched his deep voice up into a ridiculous squeaky tone. "Hello, Henry. Why are we screaming at this hour, Henry?"I lost it. I had to bite my lip to keep from howling with laughter. He shot me a warning look while Mr. Fang continued his performance.Henry hiccupped. Grabbed the toy. Stuffed an entire wolf ear into his mouth.His father covered Henry's whole back with one giant hand and began to rock him, humming something low and old, a melody I had never heard anywhere."Lively little thing," he whispered, shaking his head with a smile. He rose without a sound and settled
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Chapter: Chapter 1It all started two weeks ago.I found out my husband had a gambling problem.And by "problem" I mean he'd emptied our savings, maxed out three credit cards, sold our apartment out from under me.And, as a final loving touch, canceled my health insurance to free up cash for poker night.I filed for divorce the same day.So there I was. Twenty-eight, freshly divorced, and completely broke.To keep a roof over my head, I signed up as a paid volunteer at a medical research lab. Free room, free meals, cash at the end of the trial.The trial was for a new drug that helps mothers who can't produce milk. Postpartum women only.I told them I gave birth four weeks ago.Look. Judge me all you want. Homeless people can't afford morals.But here's the thing nobody warned me about: the drug worked. It worked insanely well.I had never been pregnant in my life, and from the first dose, my body started making milk like crazy.The doctors were thrilled. Best results in the whole trial. They also menti
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