All Chapters of From Wet Nurse to Luna: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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 cheerfu

His 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

Now my room had a fucking problem.Every time I looked at the bed, I could still hear Roman’s ragged breathing, and the low groans he hadn’t been able to hold back. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt his mouth on mine, his tongue tangling with mine until I was soaking wet.Around three, a helicopter thudded low over the roof and dropped somewhere beyond the east wing. It was sleek and black, smaller than the one that had brought me here. I watched it from the window for about two seconds before my thoughts drifted right back to Roman’s finger circling my nipple.Fresh air, I told myself sternly. You need fresh air, Cathy, and you need to stop picturing every inch of a man you’ve slept with exactly once!So I grabbed a soft cashmere wrap in case the girls sprang a leak, bundled Henry into his blanket, and went looking for the gardens behind the manor.Last night, the dark had hidden how beautiful they were. In daylight, they were even more gorgeous. Pink roses spilled over the old sto

Come on, Cathy. It was just a dream.Who wouldn’t have a dirty dream after meeting those two? Even if one of them was a total dickhead.I fed Henry, jumped in the shower, and put on a clean blouse.Roman was waiting for me in the hall. “Ready?”“Sure,” I said, with a smile that probably looked more like I was in pain.I took a deep breath.Calm down, Cathy. Think of it as a new job at a new company.Okay, so any one of my new coworkers could snap my neck, and I’d slept with the boss. Not exactly your typical first day. Still, I didn’t want anybody here thinking I was weak or shy.“About Kellan yesterday,” Roman said as we started down the stairs. “I’m sorry. He’s an attention seeker.”His eyes moved over me for a second. With every step, I could feel my breasts bouncing under my blouse, so I folded my arms over my chest.“Yeah, I noticed,” I said.“Just ignore him.” Roman shook his head. “It drives him crazy.”We reached the bottom of the stairs. “And if he bothers you again, tell me.

I’d have loved to change. The problem was getting out of the room.Henry was asleep on my chest, and half the dining hall was pretending not to look at me. A guy at the next table had been holding the same strip of bacon for a full minute. Two she-wolves by the window kept glancing over, whispering, and glancing over again.My skin crawled. Sure, I’d just won. But I was still sitting there in a blouse soaked with coffee and milk, wrapped in a borrowed shawl, in a room full of werewolves with very good noses.I shot the maid a help me look. She came over, smiling, and I handed Henry to her as gently as I could. He grumbled, smacked his lips, and went right back to sleep.Then I stood up.The shawl slid halfway off my shoulder. Before I could grab it, Roman was there. One arm went around my back, the other hooked under my knees, and suddenly my feet weren’t touching the floor.He turned so my chest was against his and my back was to the room. Then he tugged the shawl up over my shoulders