The Alpha's Breastfeeding Mate

The Encounter

The soft glow of the evening sun cast long shadows across the small village nestled at the edge of the dense forest. Claire lived alone in a quaint cottage on the outskirts, surrounded by a garden of wildflowers she lovingly tended.

Her days were filled with simple tasks—gathering herbs, tending to her chickens, and occasionally visiting the village market.

The villagers, although polite, kept their distance, for Claire was different.

Unmarried and reclusive, they weren't fond of the idea that a woman would want to be by herself. At the age of twenty-four, no less.

What a shame, they thought. For she was the most beautiful woman in the village.

Women passed by her, narrowing their eyes in jealousy, while even the most loyal, faithful man looked her way in desire as she passed. Their eyes never failed to trace down her slender figure and ample curves to her enormous breasts, which hung heavy against her modest dresses.

Despite the tranquility of her idyllic cottage life, Claire's days were far from peaceful. Every few days, she would find herself warding off the advances of Sir Marcus, a local hunter.

He was a burly man with a determined look in his eyes, convinced that Claire was meant to be his wife.

His persistence was unsettling, and Claire often found herself hiding in the forest beside the cottage to escape his attention when he would attempt to visit her. It had been one too many nights that Marcus had inebriatedly knocked on her door after too many drinks at the bar.

The villagers harbored a deep-seated fear of the forest, particularly after dark, fueled by tales of prowling wolves and unexplained disappearances. He would never look for her there.

Claire, however, felt a strange connection to the forest, one she couldn't quite explain. It was her sanctuary, a place where she could breathe and stay safe.

She always remained close to the edge. This month, however, on the night of the full moon, Claire found herself drawn deeper into the forest than usual.

The moonlight filtered through the canopy, casting an eerie, silver glow on the path ahead. She walked with a sense of purpose, though she didn't know what she was seeking.

As she ventured further, the sound of rustling leaves and distant howls grew louder. Claire paused, her heart pounding with fear. She had heard the stories of the wolves but had never encountered one.

Tonight felt different, charged with an energy she couldn't ignore.

Suddenly, from the shadows emerged a figure, causing Claire to gasp and instinctively step back.

Before her stood a man, tall and muscular, with dark hair that seemed to blend with the night. His deep brown eyes locked on hers with an intensity that made her breath catch in her throat.

"Who are you?" Claire's voice was barely a whisper, trembling with a mix of fear and curiosity.

The man stepped closer, his presence commanding and powerful.

"My name is Dom," he said, his voice a deep, resonant timbre that sent shivers down her spine.

Claire's eyes widened.

"You're... you're one of them," she stammered, unable to tear her gaze away from his.

Dom nodded slowly, his expression unreadable.

He smirks as he traces down Claire's figure, unable to stop the bulge in his pants from growing. The flicker of his primal beast stirred within him.

She was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, and her large breasts moving up and down as she rapidly breathed further tempted the beast inside of him.

"Yes, I am," he replied, his voice steady. "I am that which your people seem to fear."

The realization sent a shiver down Claire's spine. She had always felt a strange pull toward the forest, a connection she couldn't explain. Now, standing face-to-face with the werewolf, she felt both fear and a curious fascination.

"What's your name?" he asked.

Claire shivers under his intense gaze and stammers as she answers, "C-Claire."

"Claire," he repeated with a smirk.

"Why are you here?" Claire asked, her voice trembling slightly.

Dom studied her for a moment, his gaze piercing as he scanned her figure in lust from head to toe.

"I sensed your presence in our territory," he said. "You are different from the others."

Claire swallowed nervously, her mind racing. She had always felt like an outsider in the village, never quite fitting into their narrow expectations. Hearing it from someone else triggered a sense of peace and curiosity.

"What do you mean, different?" she whispered, her curiosity overcoming her fear.

Dom took a step closer, his movements fluid and graceful.

"There is a scent within you, Claire," he said softly. "A scent that goes unnoticed by those frail humans around you. But it calls to my wolf."

Immediately, Claire tenses, her face flushing red at what she thinks he is insinuating. Does he know?

No. How can he know?

Werewolves are known to have enhanced abilities. If he can smell as well as they say, perhaps he can smell the milk inside her body. The secret she is to keep it from everyone if she wants to stay alive and not be burned at stake for being a freak.

Claire's heart raced at his words.

"I... I don't understand," she stutters, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Neither do I," Dom replies, his eyes searching hers.

His gaze narrowed suspiciously as Claire let out a sigh of relief.

"But for now, you must be cautious. There are dangers in these woods, especially on nights like tonight," Dom cautioned. His voice carried a hint of authority, tempered by a protective undertone. "Not all wolves are as merciful as I am. Any other would've pinned you to the ground and ravished that body you chose to tease with by wearing that nightgown."

Claire gasps. Her face flushing scarlet as she attempts to cover her chest with her arms crossed.

Dom smirks.

As if on cue, a distant howl echoed through the forest, followed by the rustling of leaves. Claire instinctively took a step back, her senses on high alert. The forest suddenly seemed darker and more dangerous than ever before.

"You should return to your home," Dom advised, his voice low yet commanding. "It's not safe here tonight."

Claire hesitated, torn between the safety of her cottage and the inexplicable draw she felt toward Dom.

"Will I... will I see you again?" she asked, her voice barely audible.

Dom's expression softened slightly, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his lips.

"You will," he promised. "Soon."

With one long gaze trailing from her green eyes to her large breasts, small waist, and beautiful legs, he turned and disappeared into the shadows, leaving Claire standing alone in the moonlit clearing.

She watched him disappear, her mind swirling with a mixture of fear, wonder, and a newfound sense of anticipation.

Slowly, Claire began to make her way back through the forest, her footsteps light and cautious. The night air felt charged with a strange energy, as if the very woods around her were alive with secrets waiting to be discovered.

As she approached her cottage, Claire couldn't shake the feeling that her encounter with Dom was just the beginning of something extraordinary.

Little did she know, her life was about to change in ways she could never have imagined.