All Chapters of Alpha Daddy's Forbidden Ward: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Natasha"You don't have to keep anything in your old room anymore," Mikhail said the next morning, his fingers trailing lazy patterns on my bare shoulder as we lay tangled together in his bed. "Move in here properly. Bring all your things."My heart did a little flip at the casualness of it, like it was the most natural thing in the world for me to officially move into his quarters. I supposed it was natural now that we didn't have to hide anymore."Are you sure?" I asked, even though I already knew my answer. "It's a big step.""We've already taken the biggest step," He pointed out, pulling me closer. "Everything else is nothing. Besides, I want your stuff here. I want to wake up and see your books on the shelves and your clothes in the closet. I want it to feel like our space, not just mine.""Our space," I repeated, testing out the words. They felt right. "Okay. Let's do it."I found myself standing in my old bedroom a few hours later, looking at all the belongings I had accumula

MikhailThe cabin was perfect. It was isolated, surrounded by dense forest, with a stream running nearby and mountains rising in the distance. No neighbors for miles, no pack members and no responsibilities. Just Natasha and me and a full week of uninterrupted time together."It's beautiful," Natasha said, standing on the porch and taking in the view. The late afternoon sun caught in her hair, making it shine, and I couldn't help but stare at her. "Not as beautiful as you." I said, coming up behind her and wrapping my arms around her waist.She laughed, leaning back against me. "That was incredibly cheesy.""Don't care," I murmured, kissing her neck. "We're on our honeymoon. I'm allowed to be cheesy. Besides, it's true. You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, and now I get you all to myself for an entire week.""Mmm, what are you planning to do with me for a whole week?" She asked, a teasing note in her voice even as she tilted her head to give me better access."Everything,

NatashaMy heat hit me in the middle of a healing session and it was a wave of need so intense I nearly collapsed. One moment I was treating a sprained ankle and the next my entire body was on fire, every nerve ending screaming for one thing and one thing only. Mikhail."Are you okay?" My patient asked, concern in his voice."I—I need to go," I managed, already stumbling toward the door. "Elena! Elena, I need—"She took one look at me and understood immediately. "Heat. Go. I've got this."I barely made it out of the building before the next wave hit, and I grabbed onto the wall for support, my legs trembling. Through the bond, I felt Mikhail's immediate response. I felt his alarm, then understanding and pure hunger.I'm coming, He sent through our connection. Hold on, love. I'm coming.He found me five minutes later, having abandoned his training session mid-drill. The moment I saw him and smelled him, every rational thought fled my mind."Mikhail," I whimpered, reaching for him desp

MikhailI noticed every change in Natasha’s body, cataloging each one like a treasure, and I couldn't help but stare at her constantly.Pregnancy made Natasha even more beautiful than she had been before and I hadn't thought that was possible. The first sign was her breasts, growing fuller and more sensitive, and then came the soft rounding of her belly that started so subtle I might have missed it if I wasn't paying attention, but I was always paying attention to my mate."You're staring again." She said one morning as she dressed for work, catching my eyes in the reflection of our small mirror."Can't help it," I admitted, moving behind her to wrap my arms around her waist, my hands settling on the small swell of her stomach. "You're carrying our pup. How am I supposed to not stare at that?""Most men don't find their pregnant wives so fascinating." She said, but she was smiling and leaning back into me."Then most men are idiots," I said, pressing a kiss to her neck. "You're glowi

NatashaThe house was in absolute chaos, which meant it was a perfectly normal Sunday afternoon in the Volkov household, and I wouldn't have had it any other way.I watched our four children tear through the main room in some elaborate game that seemed to involve a lot of shrieking and laughter."Mama, tell Viktor he can't change the rules halfway through the game!" Anastasia complained, her hands on her hips in a gesture so reminiscent of me that Mikhail had laughed the first time he saw it."Viktor, stop changing the rules." I called out from where I was setting the table for dinner, knowing full well he wouldn't listen because our oldest was as stubborn as his father."The rules are fine!" Viktor protested. At sixteen, he was nearly as tall as Mikhail and spent most of his time training with the other young warriors, but he still loved playing with his younger siblings when he thought no one was watching."The rules are terrible." Twelve-year-old Dmitri announced, and then the arg