All Chapters of Mated To Alpha Orion: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

ALLISON'S POV. After Francis walked me back to my room, I told Susan to go back to her room and even though she fought me on it, she finally went, I couldn't sleep and one of us had to get some rest because there's no way you could handle two babies running on no sleep. I stayed by the window and watched as the warriors packed up and I continued watching until they all matched out with Orion and Francis leading them at the front. I looked at the time after they left and it was about five in the morning so I went back to bed and I was able to get some sleep and when I woke up it was about eight in the morning. The babies weren't on the bed or in their bassinets when I woke up and for a minute I was in full blown panic mode but then I heard their laughs coming from the bathroom and I immediately got up and made my way over there. They were in their little bathtubs that we put in the big tub and they were giving that this cute gummy smile. “There you are, th

ALLISON'S POV. Breakfast was amazing and Stephanie was definitely right about Susan being an amazing cook, I asked for oats and fruits but I also ended up having some pancakes and also waffles, everything tasted amazing. The boys were currently napping and Susan left but she said she would be back. “So, what exactly does Susan do? I hate to think that me and the boys are adding to her workload.” I tell Stephanie. “Oh no, don't think like that, if there's one thing that Susan loves is taking care of this family and you and the boys are now a part of this family, I mean my brothers and I might be grown but when we do something wrong, she still scolds us like we are children, including Orion, he might not listen but she still does it. But she takes care of the pack basically.” She tells me. “I don't understand.” I tell her. “My brother might be a heartless jerk, but he still fulfills his duty as Alpha but I can’t say the same for his wife, all she re

THE PAST. OSCAR'S POV. The expression on my father's face is confusion and anger, he slowly picks up the marriage certificate that I slammed on his table and he reads through it. “Oscar, please tell me that this is a prank, please tell me that this marriage certificate isn't real.” He says. “I'm sorry father, I can't tell you that because that would be a lie, Reagan and I got married last night.” I tell him. “You foolish boy, do you know what you have done?” My father asks me. “Yes, I married the woman that I love and I am putting an end to this stupid feud so I advice that you get on board with this plan.” I tell him. “And if I don't?” He asks me. “Then I'll take your seat as Alpha.” I tell him. “You know I've been waiting to see the ruthless side of you and the moment it comes out, you're using it on me.” He says then he leans back on his chair and smirks at me. “You know you're not my only child right?” He asked me.

THE PAST.REAGAN’S POV. I wake gasping. Pleasure rolls along my spine, and my body is littered with sweat. “You don’t snore, wifey, but you do sleep like the dead.” He groans, his tongue lashing between my thighs. Big palms cup the underside of my legs and lift them to hook over his wide shoulders. His tongue probes, his mouth gliding over my pussy with practiced flicks. A hand snakes up my front and captures my neck, squeezing ever so slightly. I bow in his mouth, the air in my lungs stilling between breast and throat. Twisting my hands into the sheets, I gasp and whimper and then dig my fingers into his forearm as he pins me to the bed, his mouth relentless between my thighs. The rush of blood to my head, the intense adoration on my pussy, is too much. Wave after wave of unshakeable pleasure bursts free. His hand moves and I suck in a desperate gasp, crying out as I come hard. He is above me in seconds, forcing my arms above my head and dipping to bite a

THE PAST. REAGAN'S POV. I ended up choosing the first dress that I saw, the other dresses were very beautiful but that one won out in the end, Oscar told me to get all of them but I'm not one for dresses, it's not practical enough especially for someone like me who may have to defend herself at anytime. Oscar paid for the dress and the shoes and he also stayed with me as I got my hair done in the salon, I just asked for a wash and for some bouncy curls that woukd go down my back and I got exactly what I wanted and by the time we were done it was six thirty and we still had to drive back to his pack. “I can hear you worrying from over here, don't worry, we're going to make it with time to spare, the road is clear by this time of day.” He tells me. “Ok, I hope you're right.” I tell him and then I look at myself and I look at him. “When are you going to have the time to change?” I asked him. “There's nothing wrong with what I'm wearing.” He says as