Chapter 20

Tally acted like a champ as she her blood was drawn. She seemed unconcerned with the results and even made small talk with the nurses.

She was pregnant with either her rapist's baby or her mate's child. I would be crawling up the wall in anxiety but she sat calmly through it all.

Later that evening I had a charity event to attend.

I sat watching skinny models walk down a runway to raise money for children in need or something like that, I did not listen to the specifics. I was just told where to sit and how to behave.

When I arrived home Tally was bursting through the front door and I followed her to Arthur's office.

After a heated exchange I was shocked by Arthur's words.

"She's an omega?" My mind could not wrap around the truth.

"That's why she hasn't changed into her fur in two years. It's why Emory imprinted on her," Arthur explained.

"Why?" Tally asked Arthur.

"The moon chose the second strongest male," he sat back in his chair. "Artemis knew she needed to be protected. Though I do not think I would have been able to hold back if I were around Lilly during her first heat. So I do concede he may be stronger than me."

"Tally," I turned to my sister. "May I speak to my husband for a moment?"

She nodded and left the office. I waited until she shut the door behind her.

"He's her cousin, he raped her, he reanimated corpse to fight for him."

"He's also alpha of more wolves than Harry is now," he explained. "He has also successfully brought in smaller packs to show felty to me. These were unreachable rebels at one point but under his leadership he has brought them to heel. I had no idea how angry they were over foreign leadership."

"But what about Harry, he's her mate," I exclaimed.

Arthur shrugged. "They aren't married. He has no official claim on her."

"Is that why you married me?"

He nodded "I was not going to risk losing you."

"How sweet," I said sardonically.

"Come to me tonight, lass," he seemed to be desperate.

"Are you begging alpha?" I was surprised.

"Lassie, my bollox are about to explode as it is. Sleeping next door to you at night, it's tearing me apart and frankly I'm not thrilled with taking myself in hand every night."

"Every night?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Every bloody night," he said sternly.

I felt a prickling on my skin. My body wanted him even if my brain was being stubborn. Before I knew it I was peeling off my panties and walking towards him.

He quickly undid his belt and freed himself, stroking himself as he watched me walk to him.

"Don't tease me," he warned.

I sat up on his desk and spread my legs. He stood between my thighs and pulled me against his hips, entering me slowly. I wrapped my legs around him as he began to pump into me. I leaned back with my hands on the desk and let him have me.

"Fuck," he growled as he fastened his pace as the desk began to shake. "This is going to be quick."

I laid my back against the desk and felt my climax take over.

"Come for me," he demanded as I felt that distinct tightening in my stomach and the heat take over.

I could not stop myself from moaning as I tightened around him.

"I'm coming lass," he groaned. "Finish for your husband."

I did not need anymore persuading as I found my peak.

He tightened his grip on my hips as he thrusted in one last time and spilled his seed inside me.

We stayed still as we both regained our composure.

He pulled out of me slowly and looked down between my thighs.

"What?" I looked up at him still laying on the desk.

"I love to see my seed pouring out of you," he whispered as he brushed his thumb against my center.

I jerked at the sensation. He was less complicated than I assumed. He wanted power, as most men, he wanted control as most wolves did, he wanted his woman, and he wanted to be able to have his woman when he wanted. For him seeing his spent passion run down my leg was tangible proof that he had marked me.

He would have me naked in his bed at all times with my thighs open for him. He would have me give him a son every year and would have me tending to the members of his pack.

"What are you thinking?" He looked down at me concerned.

"You're so primitive," I smirked.

He seemed hurt. "Would you rather me be more complicated and layered?"

I shook my head. "I would have you as you are."

"I envy Eagle Horn," he growled as he pulled away.

I sat up confused. "What do you mean?"

"He can hear what Tally thinks," he tucked himself back into his pants.

"You want to know what Tally thinks?" I smiled jokingly.

"No I mean…" he could tell I was joking. "Ha, so funny."

"What is it you really want?" I asked but I already knew.

His silver eyes glowed. "You."

"Than take me," I said. "Really, take me."