The Alpha's Surrogate: A Paranormal Pregnancy Romance by Angela Foxxe Page A
Authors: Angela Foxxe
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Richard, had an exquisite spruce body with a dark maple top, and fit snugly into the case. She gave it one last look before closing the lid. She turned to watch the object of her affection.
Richard had been every inch the loving man and protector these last nine months. She could not fault anything he did, but she was just nineteen. Her whole life was ahead of her, and now that she knew him, and would come to know their daughter, she didn’t think that she could just walk away to pursue a career in music, even if it meant giving up the dream she'd longed for since she was a little girl.
Richard’s wolf lay in the snow; his large yellow eyes followed her every move, his tongue hung out to shed the excess heat his body generated. It was still awkward for her; all the things she believed about the world needed to be questioned. All her personal beliefs, too. Werewolves and vampires, she knew of, but what else existed in her world that was just a myth and legend? The wolf before her sprang to its strong legs and gently padded behind without a sound. His fur was coarse, but inviting and warm. She dropped a hand to his ears, which were about at her waist, and scratched them in the place she knew he liked.
Together they walked through the snowy woods. The air was cold, the sky clear, a mild breeze carried with it the smell of burning pine. The lodge was only a half-mile distant and its hearth burned near constantly. They spent a good part of the summer building up enough wood to make it through the long mountain winters. They also spent a good amount of time replanting trees to keep their woods populated and full.
“That was beautiful, Reign.”
Richard's voice startled her, she dropped the violin, and in a blur of motion, he was there, one hand on her back, the other on the violin.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
She smiled and took a breath. “I didn’t hear you change.”
He held her close, a smile on his face, his brown eyes gazing down at her. She suddenly became aware of his nakedness, and how close he was.
They paused for a moment, their breath mingled between them. She leaned into him, he to her, their lips touched and they kissed. Her knees weakened with his touch, her stomach tightened and she felt just like she did the first time they kissed. She ran her hands over his thickly muscled arms, his taut stomach and rested them around his hips. His torso was too thick for her to get her arms around him with her belly in the way.
“You know, the doctor said that sex will encourage labor,” she said with an impish grin.
“Well, if that’s what the doctor ordered...”
Reign paused for a moment, she felt a twinge, like the baby kicking, a smile lit her face and her hand went to her stomach.
“The baby’s moving,” she said.
Another twinge, it hit her hard, she dropped to one knee and screamed as fire erupted in her stomach.
“Richard, help me,” she said through gritted teeth.
Richard knelt beside her, a patient, pleasant smile graced his lips. “It’s okay, Reign, this is how it is, don’t fight it.”
“It hurts, Richard, it hurts.” She was on her back, eyes squeezed shut, writhing in agony. Her stomach felt like it was on fire and she could taste blood in her mouth. She screamed again as a clawed hand pushed its way through her stomach, she could see the outline of it. Tearing through her flesh...
Reign sat bolt upright in bed, drenched in sweat, panic gripped her heart, and her hands flew to her stomach. She was fine. No baby was clawing its way out, she wasn’t in any pain. She closed her eyes and breathed; she couldn't hear anything except how loud her heart was in her ears.
Just a dream, just a dream.
For the nth time, she wished Richard hadn’t gone away on business, that he could have stayed the whole time. Instead, she was alone, nearly at term, and terrified. The door flew open, and she let out a
Richard had been every inch the loving man and protector these last nine months. She could not fault anything he did, but she was just nineteen. Her whole life was ahead of her, and now that she knew him, and would come to know their daughter, she didn’t think that she could just walk away to pursue a career in music, even if it meant giving up the dream she'd longed for since she was a little girl.
Richard’s wolf lay in the snow; his large yellow eyes followed her every move, his tongue hung out to shed the excess heat his body generated. It was still awkward for her; all the things she believed about the world needed to be questioned. All her personal beliefs, too. Werewolves and vampires, she knew of, but what else existed in her world that was just a myth and legend? The wolf before her sprang to its strong legs and gently padded behind without a sound. His fur was coarse, but inviting and warm. She dropped a hand to his ears, which were about at her waist, and scratched them in the place she knew he liked.
Together they walked through the snowy woods. The air was cold, the sky clear, a mild breeze carried with it the smell of burning pine. The lodge was only a half-mile distant and its hearth burned near constantly. They spent a good part of the summer building up enough wood to make it through the long mountain winters. They also spent a good amount of time replanting trees to keep their woods populated and full.
“That was beautiful, Reign.”
Richard's voice startled her, she dropped the violin, and in a blur of motion, he was there, one hand on her back, the other on the violin.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
She smiled and took a breath. “I didn’t hear you change.”
He held her close, a smile on his face, his brown eyes gazing down at her. She suddenly became aware of his nakedness, and how close he was.
They paused for a moment, their breath mingled between them. She leaned into him, he to her, their lips touched and they kissed. Her knees weakened with his touch, her stomach tightened and she felt just like she did the first time they kissed. She ran her hands over his thickly muscled arms, his taut stomach and rested them around his hips. His torso was too thick for her to get her arms around him with her belly in the way.
“You know, the doctor said that sex will encourage labor,” she said with an impish grin.
“Well, if that’s what the doctor ordered...”
Reign paused for a moment, she felt a twinge, like the baby kicking, a smile lit her face and her hand went to her stomach.
“The baby’s moving,” she said.
Another twinge, it hit her hard, she dropped to one knee and screamed as fire erupted in her stomach.
“Richard, help me,” she said through gritted teeth.
Richard knelt beside her, a patient, pleasant smile graced his lips. “It’s okay, Reign, this is how it is, don’t fight it.”
“It hurts, Richard, it hurts.” She was on her back, eyes squeezed shut, writhing in agony. Her stomach felt like it was on fire and she could taste blood in her mouth. She screamed again as a clawed hand pushed its way through her stomach, she could see the outline of it. Tearing through her flesh...
Reign sat bolt upright in bed, drenched in sweat, panic gripped her heart, and her hands flew to her stomach. She was fine. No baby was clawing its way out, she wasn’t in any pain. She closed her eyes and breathed; she couldn't hear anything except how loud her heart was in her ears.
Just a dream, just a dream.
For the nth time, she wished Richard hadn’t gone away on business, that he could have stayed the whole time. Instead, she was alone, nearly at term, and terrified. The door flew open, and she let out a
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