The Alpha's Breastfeeding Mate

Revelations

Days passed since Claire's encounter with Dom in the moonlit forest. She found herself unable to shake the memory of his intense gaze and commanding presence.

Every night, as she lay in her small cottage, she replayed their meeting in her mind, trying to make sense of the strange connection she felt to this mysterious man.

It was embarrassing to admit how much he had affected her—not only her thoughts but her body.

Twice a day, she would lock herself in her small bedroom and set a cup beneath her breasts. She would close her eyes and think of him. His eyes, his face, and his body flashed inside her mind again and again as she squeezed the milk out of her breasts and onto the cups.

She'd never been able to milk herself as quickly as she did when thinking of him. The realization left her shocked.

What was it about thinking of him that caused a heavier flow of milk out of her nipple?

She did not know. And she could never ask. So she decided that it would remain a mystery until she found a reasonable explanation.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and cast a warm glow over the village, Claire ventured into the woods once more. She knew better than to do so, but she couldn't help it. Her steps were guided by an unseen force, drawing her deeper into the heart of the wolves's territory.

The forest seemed to welcome her presence. The rustling leaves and whispering wind provided a comforting backdrop to her thoughts.

Suddenly, Dom appeared before her, stepping out from behind a towering oak tree. His dark hair shimmered in the dappled sunlight, and his dark brown eyes bore into hers with an intensity that made her heart skip a beat.

"Claire." Dom greeted her, his voice low and soothing. "I hoped you would return."

Claire hesitated, unsure of why she had come back or what she expected to find.

"I couldn't stay away," she admitted softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Dom nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips.

"I believe we both find ourselves in the same predicament," he says, his tone serious yet tinged with a slight warmth.

After a moment of silence, he speaks again. "My wolf tells me I must tell you the truth about the world I belong to."

With those words, Dom began to reveal the truth that had been hidden from Claire all her life.

He spoke of the pack of werewolves that roamed the forest under the light of the full moon, of their ancient traditions, and of their unwavering loyalty to the pack's alpha.

"Part of my duty," Dom continued, "is bearing the burden of protecting our kind and safeguarding our secrets from those who would seek to harm us."

When Claire does not say a word, he continues, "We kill and attack those who seek to hurt our people, regardless of whether they are human or not. War is war. And orders from the alpha must be followed. Wolves of lower rank have no power over it."

Claire listened with rapt attention, her initial shock giving way to a deep sense of fascination. She had always felt a connection to the forest, a kinship with the creatures that dwelled within its depths.

Now, she speaks with one of them.

As Dom spoke, Claire's gaze traced over his powerful, muscular form and the way his dark eyes gleamed with an intensity that mirrored the ancient wisdom he imparted.

Despite the fear and uncertainty swirling within her, she couldn't deny the inexplicable attraction she felt toward him. It was as if a magnetic force drew her closer to him, erasing the boundaries between their worlds.