All Chapters of The Alpha’s Unwilling Heir-Bearer: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

ELOWYN Confusion furrowed my brow. “I just did.”Her grin widened, playful but firm. “Not well enough. You haven’t shaved, your legs are hairy, and you have too much hair down there.”I swallowed hard, dread curling in my stomach.“What is it?” she asked, almost as if she could sense the wave of discomfort rising in me.“I have never really… um.” My face heated as I struggled to find the words, my tongue heavy in my mouth. How was I supposed to admit such a thing?Cecilia’s voice softened at once. “It’s okay. You don’t need to be embarrassed. I can show you how it’s done.”My eyes darted to her hopefully. “You’re sure I won’t hurt myself?”“I’ve been doing it nearly all my life,” she said with a small grin. “You can trust me.”I nodded, though my chest still trembled with nerves. She stood and crossed the room, her hips swaying a little as she bent over the only table there. When she returned, I saw what she carried. A small blade, sharp enough that it caught the light.“You might ha

ELOWYNMy heart pounded hard as the guard led me to the familiar door of Alpha Kieran’s chamber. Every step brought a memory back to life, unbidden, heavy. I could not help but remember the countless times I had sneaked into this very room to nurse the Alpha’s wounds.My mind drifted back to when Alpha Kieran had first treated me with nothing but mistrust. He had pushed me away, slapped my hands before they ever got close enough to his bleeding skin. I had borne the marks of his slaps and hits in silence, never complaining, only determined to help him.And eventually, he had begun to trust me. Slowly, grudgingly, he had allowed me near, allowed my hands to dress his wounds.Even though he had never seen me—his blindness forever veiling my face from him—he had grown familiar with my scent. So familiar that whenever I entered his chambers, a smile would light his face.Now he was mated to a woman he thought was me. A woman who had stolen the very smell he had grown accustomed to, using

ELOWYN“Touch me, Songbird. Feel what you do to me.”The alpha grabbed my hand and wrapped it around his cock, stroking hard and firm. My mouth fell open at the sight of him, the sinful image of the alpha naked and raw before me, holding my hand as we moved together, stroking his manhood in tandem.Kieran threw his head back and groaned loudly, his hands guiding mine to go faster, to go harder. I matched his pace, desperate to please him, desperate to do something right.“Yes, my Luna. Yes, my sweet little Songbird. Go hard. That is how you make a man come. That is how you make him feel pleasure.”I stared down at the movement of our joined fingers. A gasp escaped me when I noticed liquid curling at the tight opening at the top of his cock. It glistened, almost taunting me with its forbidden shine.I wanted to lower my lips, to touch that drop of liquid with my tongue, to know what he tasted like. The thought burned through me, wild and uncontrollable.“Do you wish to taste me?”My he

ELOWYNI woke up to my hair being pulled almost painfully. I opened my mouth to scream in pain, but someone quickly clamped their hand over my mouth, stopping the sound from escaping.I turned desperately towards the bed, determined to cry for help, but the bed was empty. And then I was dragged like a petty prisoner out of the Alpha's bed and into the corridor of his chamber. There she was waiting, her eyes filled with so much rage that if she were a witch, she would have set me ablaze just by looking at me.I looked wildly around for signs of Kieran. Where had the alpha gone? The hand over my mouth dropped, and the sharp tug on my hair finally receded.I turned to glare at the fool who had dragged me, only to realize it was the guard from yesterday.How dare he? When he could have simply tapped me awake?"Why did you—"Smack! A loud slap cut me off mid-sentence. My head snapped to the side, and I held my cheek, tears spilling instantly. The humiliation of being slapped in front of

CHAPTER NINETEENELOWYN Betsy stepped towards one of the goats, and I watched, expecting the white-feathered animal to run away like Papa’s own liked to do.But shockingly, the goat stood still, allowing Betsy to slip her hands between its legs and press its large hanging pink breasts.Betsy had already placed a silver bowl underneath, milking into it. She made it look so easy. But I knew better.“See?” She turned to say to me. “It’s really easy.”I shifted from one foot to the other. “Does that mean I should try?” I asked.Betsy nodded. “You should definitely try.” She grabbed a milking stool and made herself comfortable on it, waiting.I stepped forward, heart pounding as I eyed the goat with suspicion. I could see the goat eyeing me from its periphery.I paused, unsure whether to step forward. Papa’s goat had once kicked me so hard in the shin I had been left limping for days.“Does she make you uncomfortable? You don’t have to milk her today if you’re not in the mood,” Betsy said