Page 95 of Her Broken Alpha
"Mother thinks bright colors are vulgar and pretentious."
He made her space feel even smaller, his big presence filling it up, dark and hard in the small, colorful, comfortable room.
"We could take some of your things with us, if you wish, treasure. I don't know when we will return here.”
At her nest he found the stuffy dressed in one of Crispin's shirts. It had been months, but this was the mad monster that now made an appearance. His territorial instincts knew no bounds.
He ripped the thing off her bed like it was rancid, opened the door, and threw it into the hall.
She giggled at him.
"Invite me into your nest, mate,” he said as he prowled toward her.
Naya took a step back. "This is my parents' house,” she cried, trying to hide her smile. Their desire for each other could barely withstand a few hours of separation.
Her vulva was always a little swollen because of the weight of her pregnancy, always a little wet, but his growl caused a spasm of slick to leak into her thick, padded underwear. The bulky stuff was ugly, but Naya had realized her mother was right—it was handy. The drones had helped her make her own.
Darre’s growl lowered as he called to her again. Naya went to her bed, to the nest she had built for another. It would be too small for this beastly man, but it didn't matter; she'd found he could make anything work when it came to pleasure.
She sat down and held up her hands for him. "Monster."
It was hard not to smirk at his “what took you so long” expression.
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Her husband stayed at her side at all times. Her parents could not draw him into any kind of conversation. Instead he pulled her in to his lap and fed her, acting like her chair and ignoring everyone.
He thawed a bit with the boys, though, especially when Finnor took issue with his manhandling.
"Should you be touching her so much? There's a baby in there. You're so big. You could hurt the baby, picking her up and setting her down. What kind of mate are you? Are you a bully-mate?"
She felt his amusement, and a mild respect at the challenge.
"Bully-mate?"
"You know, one of those controlling, demoralizing alphas who pick on their weaker mates. I thought you had a bond? It looks like you never let her do anything, like you take all her rights away, control everything. She looks happy, but I don't think what you are doin' is right. And there's a baby in there. You could hurt it. Mother and Father never—"
"That's enough." Monster commanded, silencing her brother's tirade. "I do not care what your mother and father do or do not do. But I will answer your question because you braved asking.
“We do share a bond, and I do care for all her needs, pleasures, and the safety of our child. We are connected heart to heart. I do not do anything she does not like unless she has broken a rule. Rules are important so that we both fulfill our expectations to each other. A good alpha has rules and is clear about them."
Finnor thought about the answer for a bit, his eyes pouring over them from head to toe in a way that made Naya want to laugh. He could be a tyrant, this young brother of hers, but he was also thoughtful.
He tipped his head to the side after his assessment. "What kind of rules?"
"That is between mates."
A big huff of displeasure escaped the boy. "Talis says that we will learn more in our final year at school before our enlistment. Why is all the good stuff in the final year? It's not fair. I'm ready to know now."
"Maybe, maybe not, pup. But there is a reason for alphas to go through extra schooling and enlistment, and your body has not yet met the requirements," Monster informed him.
Finnor threw his shoulders back, puffing out his youthful chest. "I am not a pup. I may be young in age, but I am never at the bottom of the pile."
"You cheat," Naya volunteered, softening her words with an indulgent smile.
He frowned at her. "There is no cheating when it comes to winning, Naya. I just know where everyone is weak."
He knew where everyone was ticklish and had a technique to make them either have to laugh or give way. In the middle of testing their strength, trying to win while playing at big, no young alpha would dare laugh or giggle. They'd give up first.
