Chapter 53: The End

She shoved Allan out of the way and dashed into the bathroom, straight to the toilet. Allan quickly followed her, curious to see what she was up to.

She puked up what seemed to be everything in her stomach.

He entered the bathroom and held back her hair as she retched. He stroked her hair and stroked her back.

"Sweetie, what's wrong?" he inquired.

She dries and heaves again before flushing the toilet. She exhaled deeply before reaching for her toothbrush and brushing her teeth.

"Perhaps we should have the pack doctor look at you because you keep getting sick and she's worried something is wrong." She raised an eyebrow at him in the mirror. He appeared to be concerned that something was wrong with her.

She couldn't believe he hadn't realized it yet. She spits the toothpaste out and wipes her mouth with the rag. She exited the building. She went to the bathroom and got into bed. She needed to get ready, but she felt as if all of her energy had been sapped from her. She just needed a few moments to herself.

Allab returned with a cold, damp wash rag after she heard the water run. He placed it on her brow and climbed into bed with her.

Althea closed her eyes and covered them with her arm. He felt her temperature with the back of his hands on her cheeks.

"You don't seem to have a fever; we need to get you checked out," she scoffed, shaking her head.

"We don't need to see the pack doctor," she said.

"We're going, and that's not debatable," he growled. Althea took a deep breath and exhaled it.

She was aware that she should probably inform him. He was very concerned about me, and she had been bothering him.

She was unable to keep the secret any longer. "I'm pregnant," she declared aloud. Then she noticed Allan stiffen beside her. Her heart was racing like crazy as she waited for him to say something.

He was probably surprised when she said that. Gentle fingers lifted her arm away from her face. He cupped both of her cheeks with a solemn expression.

His gaze was fixed on her. She had no idea what was going on inside his head.

"Are you serious?" he inquired. She bit her lower lip before nodding.

He burst into a huge smile she'd only seen a few times. He laughed as he crushed her to his chest.

He hugged her tightly, but she didn't mind. It felt good to be in his arms and share this special moment with him.

Their bond was filled with joy. He was ecstatic, and she couldn't be happier. This was not the way she had envisioned telling him, but it was perfect nonetheless.

Her eyes welled up with tears as everything seemed to fall into place. All of the sicknesses she had been experiencing had vanished. It was completely replaced by gt pure bliss.

They planned to start a family. She would be a mother, and Allan would be a father. That was a strange thing to say.

Althea was relieved that he had finally discovered the truth. The pressure had finally subsided.

"Here I was thinking you were going to die, and you tell me you're pregnant; I can't believe it," he exclaimed. She laughed at him, but the smile on her face wouldn't go away.

"I know it feels crazy; I couldn't believe it myself," she admitted.

"I love you," he said. With his smile, his cheeks were spread wide. He had never looked happier to her. For several minutes, he rested his brow against her.

"I love you, too." Their breathing was the only sound in the room. They were enjoying themselves at the time. They were celebrating the future they would share with their child.

Allan eventually pulled away, but she remained in his arms. "When did you find out?" he inquires.

"I've been feeling strange for about a month or so, and I started throwing up regularly about three weeks ago; I took several pregnancy tests from the store, and they all came back positive," she explained.

She got out of bed and walked over to their dresser. She took the positive test she had hidden in her drawer and handed it to him.

He took it from her and looked at it. His eyes were filled with awe.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" He didn't seem upset that she hadn't told him right away. She doesn't believe anything can bring him down right now.

"I wanted to keep it a surprise for you, but then you found out I was sick, and I couldn't keep it a secret any longer."

"Did you get a doctor's checkup?"

"No, I wanted us to go to the first appointment together," he said, nodding.

"I want to go to all of the appointments; I want to be present for everything," she said with a smile and a nod.

Althea expected him to be present for everything. He shifted on the bed, coming face to face with her stomach.

He grabbed the bottom of her shirt and lifted it, exposing her stomach. Althea exclaimed as he stroked her skin and put his hands on her bare stomach. His warm hands ruffled her stomach.

"How far along are you?" he asked, brushing his hands over her flat stomach.

It was still too early for her to show, but she will most likely have a small bump in the coming weeks. And then she was going to grow to be enormous.

"Probably around eight weeks, but that's just a guess," she shrugged.

He smiled as he looked at her stomach.

~

Nine months later

Allan pulls Althea onto the mattress and cuddles her in his arms. "Mm, I happened to miss you," he says as he fiddles with her hair. "When I got home, I thought you decided to run away for a second," he explained.

"I said I would not, well, not on purpose I think," Althea said, sounding a little stupid. She was duped into leaving, but that doesn't qualify as leaving voluntarily. She blushes deeply when she hears Allan laugh. She rolls over on top of him and grabs his arms, "Hey! It's not funny!" she exclaims, annoyed with him.

"It so is," Allan sneers, trailing a finger along her cheek.

"Prince? All I see is a goofy mate," Althea says as she reaches down to kiss him. He fully embraces them and places a hand behind her head, becoming more involved.

She pulls teasingly on his bottom lip, and Allan breaks away, swapping them over so he's on top. "Better," he says, leaning down to lick her mark. Her lower lip trembles as she whimpers. She could hear him smirking as he started biting her mark.

She tells herself to stop talking, but he won't let her. He begins to move his hand down to her groin area, gently rubbing her through her pants.

Allan moved back to her lips, kissing her intensely as she felt her body burn up, and she let out a tenuous moan. After a while, he pulls away and removes his shirt. She licks her lips at his well-muscled body. "Oh creamy fillets," her wolf said, smirking at her wolf reaction. She can't say no to this, not while she's walking. Allan takes a seat and removes her top and bra.

Allan then abruptly comes to a halt and takes hold of her, "Can we-" Althea nods, and he smiles, "Then I will go easy on you," he says as he gets out of bed. Her gaze follows him as he searches the room for a bandana and other items. "I can't believe I said yes to this," she blushed to herself.

"Surprises are just the best," he snickers, trying to tie her hands to the headboard as he returns and blindfolds her with the cart. She freezes, a little terrified since it is her first time doing this kind of stuff with him. "Don't worry sweetie, just say it when you want me to stop," Allan says as he removes her pants.

Althea doesn't feel his hands on her until his large hand slaps her inner thigh. She let out a small whimper, knowing it would leave a small mark. When he rubs the spot on her legs, she almost immediately calms down and begins to feel a little pleasure.

"Don't tell me I'm turning into a masochist? Oh well, as long as it doesn't get too out of hand."

He slaps my other thigh, and she lets out a small moan, turning bright red. "Mmm, that's a lot better," Allan groans, leaning down to kiss her.

He gets on top of her, holding onto her arms, as she hears him take the rest of his clothes off. "I'm sorry to ask you, but do you want this?" he asks, nibbling on her ear. She quickly nods, her body already rubbing up against him. "Are we eager?" he asks cheerfully as she feels him slowly move against her. She bites her lower lip in pain, but Allan keeps checking on her. He does it again and again, scratching her sides as he goes faster.

She had everyone she cared about with her. She looked at her husband's happy face and felt overwhelmed with gratitude for everything she had.

She had Allan's future ahead of her, and that was all she needed.

The End.