Help! My Beast Husband Pampers Me Too Much! Novels & Stories

He came out of the shower shortly after, with just a towel wrapped around his waist, I gulped down hard and tried not to stare. ‘You can stare if you want, I am your husband after all’ Aaron said, catching me off guard. ‘You wish’ I said as I stood up to leave. ‘Wait’ he called out, and I looked at his face, trying really hard not to stare at his abs. ‘I am sorry about the cafe, she kissed me, I was caught off guard, i used to date her’ he said and a hint of relief swirled through me. ‘And why would I care, like I said this isn’t a love marriage, you can do whatever you want’ I said, then the look in his eyes changed, an expression formed on his face, an expression i couldn’t read.

Ann appreciated us and I smiled at her. “It's nothing Ann, this is the least I can do, you know putting a smile on your face is also one of my top priorities?” I reminded her and she blew me a kiss cutely. “I am so jealous of you Becky, you've literally got the best husband on earth. He refused to give up on you for months despite how many times you pushed him away. His type is rare and I really wish for his type or should I just snatch him?” Ann joked and I sent her a deadly glare.

"I might actually pee myself here." He laughed at that. "So you’re a ticklish person after all?" "Obviously! Now stop it! We’re outside now, someone might hear us," I scolded him. "So what? You can scream if you want, baby. This is our home." "Your home, not me—Raze! You’re a pest!" I was like a restless worm, constantly blocking his hands as they tried to tickle me again. "Give it a rest." "Cute. Just stop complaining, baby. Remember, I’m your husband now. And is it so wrong to be affectionate? So just let me tickle you!"

I suddenly feel insecure and feel ugly, but my husband knows my insecurity. "My babe is throwing a fit again. Why is my lovely wife frowning?" He whispered and hugged me from behind. Of course, he made me smile. Just a little cuddle and compliment from him changes my mood. He knows everything about me. He memorized my mood and attitude. We're both lying on the bed with him behind me, hugging me, caressing my big tummy. "I probably look like a pig right now." He chuckled and kissed my shoulder, "You are the most lovely pig I've ever seen."

Richard paused for a moment, staring at me with a mix of understanding and concern in his eyes. "Do you hate me because I'm not a wolf yet?" I questioned. Richard's expression softened as he reached out to gently touch my hand. "No, never," he replied sincerely. "Having a wolf is just one aspect of our connection, but it doesn't define our bond. I love you for who you are, not for whether or not you have found your wolf." Richard planted a gentle kiss on my forehead and whispered, "You are my mate, with or without a wolf."

It was the contraceptive my husband, Damien, insisted I take whenever he makes love to me and most of the time, I take these pills daily. Damien. My husband, my mate, my Alpha. The man the Moon Goddess herself had chosen for me. He was everything a woman could dream of; strong, protective, and devastatingly handsome. With his storm-gray eyes and jet-black hair, he commanded attention effortlessly. He had a way of making me feel cherished, adored even. Every time he looked at me, it was like I was the only thing that mattered in the world. I have spent two years with him in this marriage.

I shake the thought. I received a text from Ji-Ha. "Hey how about we go to a bar? ( ╹▽╹ )" "Hmmm, will your husband be ok?" "He will not be mad unless he doesn't know right. I'm kidding hahaha I already told him I will help you to find a boyfriend." "You are such a bad girl. Also, I don't need a boyfriend. I am fine on my own. And I have high standards of who I should date hehehe" I can't tell her because of her husband my taste for men is so exquisite.

Even the thought of his touch revolted me. He stilled, his hands falling to his side uselessly. “Yes, I am the beast you married,” he said, his voice strong and masculine, which surprised me a little. I thought he would sound monstrous instead of so—male. “What do you think is going to happen, dear husband?” I asked. My voice could cut glass. “You think I will be your dutiful little wife who is going to perform my womanly duties. Then we will have children, live happily ever after. Is that what you think?”

pointed it out to me." She said, "Oh you wouldn't notice anything because you're too busy staring at my face to notice anything else." He smiled and said, "Can you blame me? I mean you're so beautiful how could I not stare." She whined, "Come on Beau this is serious. I look like I have no control over my own bladder." He laughed and said, "No you don't. You can't even tell there's a wet spot unless you directly point it out. You look amazing and I promise you if you're worried about being stared at because of a wet spot don't be. You can't even tell there's one there and besides everyone will be too distracted by those beautiful eyes to notice anything else." She rolled her eyes and said "Y

My husband exclaimed, his voice echoing into thin air. “Of course! I’ve made her an aunt. It's now her turn to return the Favour, hahaha!” I laughed briefly. “I miss having you curled up in my arms and passing me the baby face, with your eyes almost popping out of their sockets while you shoot me those puppy looks,” he said, reminding me of my very usual behavior whenever I wanted to be babied. I was always going to be my husband's baby whether he liked it or not. Whether he was in the mood for some pampering duties or he was in beast mode and ready to crush his work goals. It was that bad.