Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 87502 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87502 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
He deserved a young woman—a fertile woman—someone who could stand proudly at his side when he became Pack Leader and give him the heirs everyone expected him to have. Not a middle-aged widow carrying around twenty years of grief and disappointment. Not a woman who had already failed one Alpha and would only end up disappointing another.
The thought hurt so much that I pressed my face into the pillow and closed my eyes. At some point, exhaustion finally claimed me.
And then the dream came again.
THIRTY-FOUR
VIVIENNE
Once more I was running through the woods, and the full moon was high overhead. I could hear the wolf behind me but this time it was right on my heels.
I knew I should run—I should get away. But I found myself slowing until I was no longer running. And then I was no longer walking.
And then I turned and faced the wolf.
Only, it wasn’t a wolf—not like I had expected. Oh, it had golden eyes, and it was covered with fur, but it wasn’t on all fours. Instead, it reared above me, standing on its hind legs, its head blocking out the moon above.
I saw its pointed ears, its long muzzle and then its broad, furry chest. It had less fur on its muscular abdomen and when my eyes finally slid down to its crotch, I had to bite back a gasp.
There was a furry pouch between its legs but as I watched, I saw something long and thick and red emerging. It throbbed in the moonlight, slick and ready for breeding. And just below it was the most enormous knot I had ever seen.
As I watched the shaft growing, I knew the beast was going to breed me. For some reason this made my breasts throb and ache. In fact, they hurt so badly I put my hands up to cup them—to rub and try to ease the pain I was feeling.
But when I touched my breasts, my hands felt sticky. I looked down and saw that I was naked—not only that, but my breasts were leaking. A clear, sticky liquid was beading on my nipples and running down the undersides of my breasts.
Above me, the beast roared but he was fading now and so was the moon. The whole dream was dissolving around me until I opened my eyes and saw that I was in bed in my own room.
What a terrible dream!
I put a hand to my pounding heart…only to feel wetness on my chest. I looked down but it was a cloudy night, and I couldn’t see much of anything.
With a trembling hand, I reached for the bedside lamp. When the soft golden glow lit the room, I looked down and saw that sure enough, the front of my white nightgown was wet. It was sticking to my breasts and the area over my nipples was nearly transparent.
“What the hell?” I muttered to myself. With shaking hands, I unbuttoned the top of my nightgown and pulled it apart.
To my horror, I saw that my dream had been more than a dream. I really was leaking. Beads of clear, amber liquid were forming on the tips of my tight nipples and running down the undersides of my breasts.
Nectar—that’s what it was! It was something a female Were usually only produced during her Heat Cycle, but this had never happened to me before. I’d had plenty of Heat Cycles in the twenty years I was married to Carter—one a month, which is usual. But they had all been so mild I’d barely felt them. Only once or twice did my breasts get sore and my nipples get tender, but they had never swelled with nectar before.
And that was the thing—my breasts really were swollen. They felt heavy and full in a way I'd never experienced before. When I cupped them experimentally, I could immediately tell they were larger than they had been when I went to bed. At least two cup sizes larger, if I had to guess. The realization made my stomach twist. What in the Goddess's name was happening to me and what was I going to do about it?
Well, what I wasn’t going to do was ask Kor for help, I told myself sternly. I couldn’t involve him in my body’s weird display of Heat. It would only lead to trouble. No, I had to deal with this myself.
I picked up my phone and went to the online shopping ap. I chose a breast pump and paid for overnight shipping. I wasn’t eager to go back into town—not after the scene at Town Hall with the Council of Elders—but I was desperate. My breasts already felt full to bursting, and I couldn’t wait too long to get this taken care of.
After ordering the pump and also some nursing pads to line my bras with, so the nectar wouldn’t soak through, I went to the bathroom. I stood under a warm shower, pressing and squeezing my breasts—doing my best to get the nectar that had accumulated out of me.