All Chapters of I Became The Surrogate For A Divorced Alpha and Luna: Chapter 41 - Chapter 47

EVELYNI can't sleep that night.I lie in the dark-paneled room with the covers up to my chin and my eyes wide open. Every time I close them, the events of the day rush up at me again. His mother. The black cars. The screaming tires. The cold, patient smile of a woman who's never once been told no."It isn't too late," she said. That terrifies me.My hand has been cradling my stomach for hours. The baby has been restless, rolling and pressing, like they know what almost happened.I murmur to them in the dark, trying to coax them back to the resting state."We're safe," I say. "We're safe."But I don't believe it. And neither do they.Around midnight, I give up.I slide out of bed and pull on a cardigan. I open the door and leave the room. The wooden floor is strangely cold under my bare feet. The house is clouded in silence.I walk down the corridor with one hand on the wall, my throat so dry that it aches. All I think about is a glass of water.I walk over to the fridge and grab a bo

He walks us into his room and kicks the door shut behind us.It's dark and warm inside. A lamp on the nightstand is turned low, a small gold pool on the dark linens. The space smells like him, cedar and amber and something hotter.He crosses the floor and sets me on the edge of the bed like I might shatter.Then he stops.For a moment, his gaze only rakes over me like he wants to ruin me, but he's scared he'll be too rough. His chest heaves. His eyes burn. His hands hang at his sides, trembling slightly, like he's holding himself back with an effort that hurts."If you want to stop," he says, "now's the time. I won't be gentle for long.""I don't want to stop," I say without shame or restraint."Evelyn.""Please." My voice shakes, but it holds. "I want this. I want you."Something flickers across his face. Heat, but something more. Something tender.He reaches for me. Then his hands hook onto the hem of my night dress and he strips the fabric from me.I lift my hips to help him and he

Lucien barely lets me go through the night. I can't tell if it's his pre-rut symptoms. Or just him letting go. Either way, by the time he's done with me, I'm depleted.He remains inside me, cradling my back to his chest. We stay like that, the house falling silent around us.I wake to sunlight on my face and an empty bed. His side is cold.For a few seconds I don't remember why that matters, and then I do. And my body remembers it with me: the ache between my thighs, the tender spots on my hips where his hands held on, his scent soaked so deep into the sheets that every breath I take is cedarwood.I reach out without thinking, running my fingers through the sheets. There I find a folded piece of paper. I pick it up and see my name across the front in neat, bold handwriting.Evelyn,I had to leave and I'm currently in a private den. My rut symptoms have gotten worse, and I know it can become aggressive. I won't risk your safety or the baby's by being near you while it does.I'm so sorr