The Alpha's Surrogate [The Alpha's #1]

Chapter 44

ANASTASIA MULBERRY

Due to just how much she wanted to march over to the pack house, grab her mate by the balls and demand that he makes everything right, she was glad that it wasn't an option.

The fact that Marcellus wasn't at the pack right now had spurred her on to driving over to the Lupum Griseo pack and spending some quality time with her best friend and his family; eager and excited to see little baby Alistair again even though she had visited them twice already this week. With the perks of still being on maternity leave mixed in with the fact that Marcellus seemed to have a lot of business with the Red Howler pack this week, was more than enough for Anastasia to take advantage and make the most of the situation while she still could.

Surely, it was only a matter of time before he banned her from the pack for denying him.

"Why do you keep zoning out?" Raphael asked as he plopped himself down on the sofa next to her.

Anastasia blinked and shook her head to force herself out of her thoughts. When she turned to face Raphael, she shook her head before accepting the bottle of milk. Turning her head to glance down at the hungry boy in her arms, she cooed gently before softly pressing the nip of the bottle to his little mouth.

The pair of them all but melted as Alistair opened his little mouth and accepted the bottle. Every time he kicked out, he hit his dad but Raphael didn't care, finding it cute and quite humorous instead.

"Are you thinking about him again?" Raphael asked softly as he played with Alistair's feet, rubbing his thumb gently up and down the soft skin there.

"Who?" Anastasia asked with feigned innocence even though she knew exactly who he was referring to.

Raphael sent her a pointed, deadpan look, rolling her eyes at her poor acting skills.

"Please, babe. Don't act like you don't know."

"Don't know what?" She continued the act, choosing to pull faces at the baby rather than having her friend continue to analyse her behaviour and read into everything just as he had been trying to do since the moment that she told him and his mate the truth of her and Alpha Marcellus; two mates that couldn't be more wrong for each other.

"Babe! You can't be serious right now!"

Before Anastasia could respond with another innocent act, a laugh sounded from the doorway of the living room and as they both glanced up, they spotted a one Justas Constantine who had a mug of coffee for all three of them.

"You're a lot of things, Anastasia Mulberry, but you're not an actress." Justas chuckled as he placed the tray of coffee and snacks on the coffee table in front of them before taking a seat on the single arm chair in front of the fireplace, a soft look in his eyes as he stared back at some of the most important people to him, Anastasia included.

"That's not fair. You guys always gang up on me about these types of things." She huffed as she pulled back the bottle lightly, Alistair having pushed it out with his tongue. After a few seconds of him squirming in her arms, she tried to get him to suckle on the nip again but Alistair merely turned his head away and cried out, clearly not hungry anymore.

"He hasn't finished it all. There's still about half of the milk left." Anastasia hummed quietly as she handed off the bottle to Raphael so she could burp Alistair, not wanting him to choke on the milk that he had just drunk.

"That's okay." Justas hummed quietly as he rose to his feet and took the bottle from his mate, wanting to wash and sterilise it for the next feed even though they had a few other spare bottles. "We'll just try again in an hour or two."