Claimed by the Alphas: Part Six

by Rivard, Viola

  When he reached her breasts, Caim stared down at them, his eyes intensely curious, as if he were seeing them for the first time. He sniffed her once, and then twice. Without warning, he latched his mouth onto her nipple. He sucked, not overly hard, but her breasts were sore and it hurt a little too much to be pleasurable.

  “I win,” she told him, trying to push him away. “Cut it out. I told you, you need to be careful with—” Mila’s eyes widened. Incredulously, she said, “Are you breastfeeding?”

  Caim continued to suck, his only reply and affirmative grunt. Mila gave him a hard smack on the shoulder.

  “Stop it, that’s so weird!” When that didn’t faze him she added, “It hurts, Caim.” That was true, but what mostly concerned her was that in spite of the pain, it was strangely arousing, which was something she so did not want to explore.

  Caim pulled back, licking his lips. She sat up, her hands flying to cover her breasts. “You can’t do that,” she told him, her face heating.

  Being his usual, stubborn self, he said, “You are mine. I can do as I please.”

  She pursed her lips at him. “No, you can’t. That’s for the baby.”

  “My son will not have need of it for several more months,” he said matter-of-factly. He started to lower his head again. “I will be gentle.”

  “Not so fast,” she chided, grabbing his ear. He narrowed his eyes and pushed her hand away, but didn’t try to go for her breasts again.

  “It is a waste not to drink it,” he said, sounding petulant now.

  Mila shook her head, sighing. “I don’t think that’s how it works.”

  She had no idea how it worked. It actually freaked her out a little that the baby wasn’t due for another four months and she was already making milk. Hopefully Fern, who had some experience with pregnancies, would be able to shed some light on why it was happening. If not, she would probably have to add it to her pile of things to be worried about.

  “Look,” she said, placing her hand against his chest. “I don’t want to mess anything up right now. After the baby is born and everything goes okay, maybe the two of you can work out a feeding schedule with—”

  Mila laughed as Caim pushed her back down again. She was relieved to find that amusement had won out over annoyance on his face.

  “I would not take milk from my son,” he informed her, rubbing her stomach.

  Mila reached up and hooked a finger under his chin. “Good. Now that that’s settled, how about you give me that climax now?”

  Caim’s lips curved, and then he was on her again.

  CHAPTER TEN

  One hot summer morning, Mila woke with a start. For one, disoriented moment, she thought that her mother was there with her, and she sat up on the furs, looking around the room in confusion.

  She was alone, which was unusual. The spot next to her was still warm, and she recognized Caim’s scent still lingering in the room. In a small crevice in the wall, a single candle had been lit. Assuming that she must have overslept, Mila relaxed, wiping the sweat from her brow. She debated going up to the main room right away. Her chamber wasn’t as hot as the main room, thanks in part to it being farther underground and also due to the fact that it wasn’t crowded with warm bodies.

  Lately it had taken a great effort for her to do much of anything. She had surpassed the fun part of pregnancy where everything was new and exciting, and landed smack in the middle of fat and miserable. Her life could be reduced to a series of constants. She was constantly hot and sweaty, she constantly had to pee, and the baby was constantly kicking, and her breasts were constantly sore and uncomfortable. By now, Mila didn’t care what the gender was or even who the father was, she just wanted the baby out of her.

  She nudged her belly. “What do you think, should we be lazy bums and go back to sleep, or should we go upstairs and find some food?”

  Somewhere along the line, she had made a habit of talking to the baby. It had started mostly when she was alone, but after a while she’d stopped caring and started chatting with him whenever the mood struck her. She had even made up little songs to sing to him, like the go-the-heck-to-sleep song, and the stop-kicking-my-bladder-and-go-the-heck-to-sleep song. Mila knew that he didn’t understand anything she was saying, but she really felt that he knew when she was talking to him.

  Although she felt more miserable every day, she couldn’t bring herself to resent the baby. As far as she was concerned, he was the only person in the den who was probably as uncomfortable as she was.

  Tonight, the baby didn’t move when she spoke to him. It wasn’t strange, as he seemed to only sleep during the night. She had tried explaining to him that he was supposed to be nocturnal, but it was no use.

  Deciding it was too hot to go back to sleep, Mila got up and searched around for something passably clean to wear. Her back had been aching for days, and this evening it was worse than ever. She groaned and leaned against the wall, reaching back to try and find the stubborn spot in her lower back. The ache dulled after a moment, and she was able to get dressed. She waddled from the room, intending on eating copiously, getting a nice back massage, and then cooling off in the lake with her friends.

  ~~~

  A good alpha always sees the sun off, his father used to say. His father had always lectured him more than the others, and that particular lesson was a reminder not to oversleep, as being an alpha required constant vigilance. If only he had listened.

  Caim had recently fallen into the habit of oversleeping, and it had everything to do with his mate. She had been sleeping well into the night the past few weeks, and did not like to be left alone. Caim also did not like to leave her alone, which was why he would usually wake her up with him. Lately, it was becoming increasingly difficult to awaken her. Only Asch could pull her from their pallet without protest. When Caim tried to wake her before she was ready to get up, she cried. A lot.

  So, on the nights when Asch led the hunt, Caim would stay with their mate. Usually he would roll over and go back to sleep, but when he could not go back to sleep, either because he was not tired or because something weighed heavily on his mind, he would stay up and watch Mila. He was particularly fascinated by the swell of her belly, which currently fostered his unborn son.

  Were he the pack’s only alpha, he would not indulge in such things. He would order one of the females she favored to stay by her side until she awoke, while he tended to hunting and whatever issues had arisen since he had slept.

  But he was not the only alpha, and he trusted Asch implicitly to see to the welfare and stability of their pack on the nights that it was his responsibility. So when he woke late and to the smell of unfamiliar blood in his den, Caim had feared the worst. But as he entered the main room, he realized that his trust in Asch had been sorely misplaced.

  All eyes were on Caim as he stormed across the room, fury radiating off his body. In a booming voice, he demanded, “What are they doing in my den?”

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  Asch positioned himself between Caim and Talon, prepared to fight his friend, if it came to that. Bringing the former Blackthorn alpha and the females to the den without warning Caim was not the best idea he’d ever had, but there hadn’t been much of a choice.

  “They aren’t going anywhere,” Asch said firmly.

  He wouldn’t bother asking Caim to calm down. There was a group of rival wolves in his den, the den which currently housed their very pregnant mate. Asch was fighting his own instincts to drive them out, and he was the one who’d brought them there in the first place.

  Caim came to a stop inches in front of Asch, his face livid. “What are they doing in my den?” he repeated.

  Asch raised his chin. “I brought them here. Lotus and Fern are going to treat their wounds, and then they’ll be on their way.”

  He didn’t point out that he wasn’t sure when exactly that would be. He wasn’t even sure if the smallest one would live at this rate, let alone be able to walk again.

  “How dare yo
u bring them into my den without my permission.”

  Asch could tell that Caim’s initial outrage was starting to simmer down into anger. Inwardly, Asch relaxed, but kept his tone and posture firm.

  “They barely made it across the mountain. Either I killed them, let them die in our territory, or brought them back here to be treated.” Caim opened his mouth to give his opinion, but Caim held up his hand. “I wasn’t about the kill a bunch of females and pups, or let them die.”

  Caim looked over that the refugees, most of whom were huddled in the far corner of the den. Asch could tell that Caim was really seeing them for the first time. Some of the hardness left his expression.

  It was impossible not to pity the group, which was comprised of two elderly females, four juveniles, and three pups, one of which had what would likely be a fatal infection, born from an untreated gunshot wound to his hind leg. The pup had shifted into its wolf form and was either refusing, or unable to shift back, and Fern was struggling to assess the damage while one of the elderly females held him in her arms.

  Caim gave Asch a look that said ‘this isn’t over’ and then directed his anger at Talon. “You will be out of my den by sunrise.”

  This, Asch didn’t fight him on. Talon wasn’t wounded, and while he wasn’t interested in taking on the responsibility of more mouths to feed, the young wolf really had no business leading anyone, let alone a pack full of vulnerable young and elderly. They’d be dead if they stayed in the wilderness on their own.

  “I’m not leaving my family,” Talon said, standing his ground.

  “You can come back for them,” Asch interjected, trying to stem another fight. “But right now the best thing you can do for them is let us take care of them.” Before Talon could reply, Asch changed the subject. “Who shot him? Did they send the military to Carter?”

  Talon shook his head. Pale-faced and looking much older than he was, and Asch could tell that the alpha was exhausted.

  “If they’d sent the military, we’d probably all be dead. Carter’s petition got denied, and even though there were more people dying, there was a waiting period before they could appeal. That’s what I know. What I think is that they got fed up with waiting and formed some sort of militia to raid the mountainside. We didn’t exactly ask questions when they started shooting at us.”

  “Oh my god!”

  Asch exhaled in irritation, recognizing the voice of his mate as she entered the room. Not something he wanted to deal with right now.

  “Go back to the room,” Caim ordered, pinning her with a glare.

  Asch would have laughed at the command, if it weren’t for the fact that he didn’t want her up here either. Mila was predictably pissed, but ignored him.

  Looking to Asch, she asked, “What’s going on? Who are these people?” She looked back to the Blackthorn members, her jaw slackening. “Has he been shot?”

  ~~~

  Concern knotted her stomach at the sight of the wolf that Fern was attending to. At a glance, it was the size of a regular wolf, but its snout was rounded and its limbs smaller. She had no doubt that beneath all that fur and behind those sharp teeth was a small child, and it drove her hormones crazy to see it in pain.

  She tried to move towards it, but Caim blocked her path. “This does not concern you,” he said obstinately.

  It was hard not to smack him, but she didn’t. They had been together long enough that she knew when he was just trying to protect her. Still, it didn’t change the fact that she wanted to know what the hell was going on.

  “I think it does concern me, and maybe I’ll be a little more willing to comply with your orders if you answer my questions.”

  Asch came to her rescue, coming over to drape an arm over her shoulders. “They’re part of the Blackthorn pack.”

  Her brows rose. In a low voice, she asked, “The ones that killed those people in Carter County?”

  “No, of course not.”

  Another voice came from behind Asch. “The renegade wolves were from a pack my father had recently annexed.” She tilted her head to look behind Asch. A tall man with white hair and ashen skin stood between Asch and the Blackthorn refugees. “They rebelled after his death. I couldn’t fight them and keep my family safe, so I left.”

  He was a beautiful man, but also young, and she could tell his composure was a façade, whether for her pack or to reassure his own, she didn’t know, but she did want to help. Knowing that Caim was more or less a lost cause, she glanced up at Asch, giving him an imploring look. He gave her the barest of nods.

  “We’ll figure this out,” Asch told her. “But right now, I think it would be best if Caim and I step away from the den with Talon. Brae will take you back down to your room, just for a little bit.”

  “Okay,” Mila said. She laughed inwardly, knowing full well that the second he was out of the den, she and Brae would come back to the main room.

  “Lotus will stay with her as well,” said Caim.

  His anger broke just long enough to give her a smug look. Mila rolled her eyes. Touché, Caim.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  Mila drilled Brae with questions as they headed down the passageway. Lotus trailed behind them, obviously miffed about being Mila’s designated babysitter.

  “How long have they been here?”

  “Half hour, maybe,” Brae replied. “We found them trying to clean the little one’s wound by the lake.”

  “How bad is he?”

  “Bad infection,” she said softly. “He doesn’t even cry when Fern touches it.”

  For the first time in a few months, Mila felt nauseous. “He needs a doctor.”

  “I believe that’s what they’ll be discussing,” Brae said. “Fern is giving him antibiotics now.”

  From behind them, Lotus said, “It is a waste of medicine. He will not last the night.”

  Mila stopped, turning back to stare at the older woman. “That’s a horrible thing to say. They can’t just let him die.”

  Remaining firm in her position, Lotus said, “A few days ago, it may have been reasonable but he already smells like death and decay. That medicine isn’t easy to come by, and it’s here for you and your pup, not for outsiders, pitiable though they may be.”

  Mila narrowed her eyes. “You are just…just…”

  Lotus arched a brow. “Practical? Logical?”

  Mila leaned against the wall and reached for her back. “Hold that thought,” she groaned.

  “What’s wrong with you?”

  “Backache,” she grumbled. “Brae, can you rub my back for a second?”

  Brae quickly complied, rubbing Mila’s shoulders and then working her way down to the small of her back. No matter where she rubbed, it didn’t ease the tightness, and if anything, the uncomfortable pressure in her back seemed to worsen and spread, bordering on pain as it rippled across her pelvis.

  Mila realized what was happening about a second before her water broke. Brae, not as quick on the jump, freaked out. She recoiled sharply, gaping at her hands.

  “I-I didn’t mean to do it,” she stammered, her eyes wild.

  Mila wanted to reassure her, but she was a little busy freaking out herself. The baby wasn’t due for another month, and aside from a really annoying backache, she had gone into labor with zero warning. She didn’t know a lot about childbirth, but that couldn’t be normal.

  “Help me get her to the room,” Lotus snapped. She moved to pull Mila from the wall, but she pushed herself off.

  “I’m fine,” she said. “I can walk.”

  The two women followed behind her as she ambled down the passageway in a daze. When they arrived back at her room, Lotus lit a couple candles while Brae tried to get Mila to sit down on the furs. Instead, she began pacing restlessly.

  “Mila,” Brae said nervously. “Would you like me to go get Asch or Caim?”

  “No,” she replied. “Just give me a minute to think.”

  “I should go get Fern,” said Lotus.

  “Did
I ask you to go get Fern?” Mila didn’t give a damn if she sounded like a bitch. If ever there was a time in her life when she could make irrational demands, it was now. “Just let me think.”

  Lotus clicked her tongue impatiently. “There is nothing you need to think about anymore. Not in this. We need someone down here with experience.”

  Mila ignored her and continued to pace. She didn’t need Fern, she needed a doctor. They had a plan. Asch had made arrangements with an obstetrician. He had rented out a small cabin near town and they were supposed to go there in a week to wait out the rest of her pregnancy.