Alpha's Secret Bride

The door opened a moment later, and Brandon walked in carrying a breakfast tray.

She smiled. "You brought me breakfast?"

"I did."

He set the tray carefully across the bed before sitting beside her. She looked over the food, then back at him.

"You’re spoiling me."

"I’ve been meaning to."

She picked up a piece of fruit and took a bite. "I could get used to this."

"You should."

They ate breakfast in bed, taking their time and talking between bites. Emma eventually leaned back against the pillows, holding her cup between both hands as she looked at him.

"Do you know what I’ve been thinking?"

Brandon looked at her. "That you’re wondering how I managed to survive without you?"

She laughed. "No. I’m wondering why you never thought of this before."

He frowned playfully. "Thought of what?"

"Spending time alone together."

Brandon smiled. "You’re right."

"I am."

"I should have thought of it sooner."

She pointed at him. "Exactly."

He caught her hand and kissed her fingers. "I was too busy trying to protect everything around us."

Emma’s expression softened, and her fingers curled gently around his.

"And now?"

"Now I know that protecting our family also means making time for it."

She smiled, her fingers still curled around him as she held his gaze. "So we’re doing this again?"

"Definitely."

"How often?"

"Whenever we can."

Emma shook her head and set her cup down on the tray. "No. I want something more specific."

Brandon waited, watching her as she turned toward him and drew one leg beneath her on the bed.

"I wish for one moment alone with my king every month."

Brandon’s eyebrows lifted. "One day?"

"One moment," she said with a smile. "It doesn’t have to be a whole day. I just want one time every month when it’s only you and me. No council. No kingdom. No pups asking for snacks. No one asking for anything."

Brandon reached for her hand and laced his fingers through hers, his thumb brushing slowly across her knuckles. "Granted."

She laughed softly and looked at him. "Just like that?"

"Just like that."

"You don’t even need to think about it?"

"I’ve already decided."

She leaned closer and kissed his cheek, then settled back beside him. "Then that’s my wish."

"And I’ll keep it."

They finished breakfast slowly, lingering over the last of their food and drinks as they talked. Neither of them was in a hurry to leave the bed, and for a little longer, they simply stayed there together, enjoying the quiet before the rest of the palace could reach them.

Later that moonrise, they settled back against the headboard to watch some of their favorite parts of the movie again. Emma was quieter this time, her eyes fixed on the screen, but every so often, her gaze drifted toward the door.

Brandon noticed when she glanced at it for the third time. He reached over and lowered the volume.

"What are you thinking about?"

She hesitated before answering. "The pups."

"I knew it."

She sighed and pulled the blanket higher over her legs. "We’ve never been away from them for this long. I know Mrs. Thompson is with them, but I keep wondering if they’re all right."

Brandon picked up the remote and paused the movie. "Give me a second."

He reached for the tablet on the nightstand and brought up the private surveillance system covering the nursery wing. After connecting it to the chamber’s screen, the live feed appeared a moment later.

Bryan was sitting on the floor with a book open in front of him. Charlotte sat nearby, showing one of the maids something in her hands, while Elyon was sprawled across the rug with a toy tucked against his chest.

Emma leaned closer to the screen, her shoulders relaxing as she watched them.

"They’re fine."

Brandon kept his eyes on the feed. Mrs. Thompson was sitting nearby, talking with the pups while the maids moved around the chamber. Nothing seemed out of place.

"She’s got them."

Emma watched as Elyon suddenly pushed himself upright and began talking excitedly to Mrs. Thompson. A small smile appeared on her face.

"He’s probably asking about us again."

"He probably is."

Brandon watched the screen for another moment before turning off the surveillance feed and setting the tablet aside. He picked up the remote and glanced at Emma.

"They’re safe, they’re fed, and they’re being looked after. We can give them another few hours."

She nodded, her eyes lingering on the darkened screen before she settled back against the headboard.

"Thank you."

Brandon leaned over and kissed her forehead before picking up the remote again.

"Now, where were we?"

He restarted the movie, but they had barely watched a few minutes when Emma shifted against the headboard and adjusted the pillow behind her.

"This pillow is too flat."

Brandon glanced at the pillow and then at her. "Take mine."

He pulled his pillow from behind his back and handed it to her. She smiled as she tucked it behind herself and settled against it.

"Much better."

Brandon stared at her for a moment. "You just stole my pillow."

"You gave it to me."

"I didn’t realize that was permanent."

She laughed. "You should have thought about that before giving it away."

He reached behind her and pulled another pillow from the pile. "Fine. I’ll use this one."

Emma looked at the pillow in his hands. "That one is mine."

He paused and looked at her. "You have two."

"So?"

He laughed and gently tossed the pillow toward her. She caught it against her chest.

"You started this."

"I did not."

She laughed again and tossed it back. Brandon caught it easily and shook his head.

"You’re impossible."

She reached for another pillow, a playful smile spreading across her face. "You’d better be careful."

Brandon’s eyes widened. "Moonheart."

She swung the pillow lightly against his shoulder.

He laughed and caught the pillow before she could swing it again. "You’re starting a fight you can’t win."

"I don’t need to win."

She reached for another pillow, but Brandon caught her wrist and gently pulled her toward him. She burst out laughing as the pillow slipped from her hand and landed on the floor.

"Starlit!"

He laughed, holding her close. "You started it."

"You’re the one who gave me the pillow."

"And now I regret it."

Still laughing, she tried to pull away, but Brandon kept his arms around her for another moment before finally letting her settle back against him.

The movie continued playing in the background, forgotten for a while as he pushed her playfully and she fell on the soft bed and grinned. He slowly climbed the bed and they began their intense kissing. They lip locked for a long time.

She took his shirt off as the intense kissing continued. He took hers off too. His palm landed on her butt and he sucked her pink, hard, and pointed nîpples affectionately. He pulled out the box of chocolate she kept on the tray beside the bed and poured it on her nîpples. He licked the chocolate deliciously and her lips began to quiver in unspoken passion.

He moved his lips down and dropped a few drops on her womanly center and licked it up. The sensation she felt could not be described and she went crazy. She pushed him down and poured chocolate syrup on his hard body and started licking like a lollipop.

"This is the best dessert I have ever had," she grinned.

"Yes, please don’t stop, ’’ he moaned softly. For the next few minutes, the quiet chamber was filled with their moaning.

She took his hard body in her mouth again and began to blow it. She sat on his belly and positioned her portal. Slowly, she pushed his hard body inside her warm, soft, and wet body and began to drive him like a crazy mate, going up and down, round and round as she looked into his pretty eyes. She began to recall their adolescent days. She could not wait to give him a pup then.

She was on cloud nine when he grabbed her waist and veered her around. They moved to a missionary position and he went wild. He was so hard on her and she was moaning crazily because the sensation was unimaginable!

A few minutes later, he held her waist and flipped her to visit her significant juicy three-sixty ass he loves so much. He skimmed her ass, poured some chocolate all over her ass, and licked it up again. Goosebumps appeared all over her body and the hottest fire clouded her brain. She grunted and whined because it was so satisfying.

He turned her around again and continued thrusting until they were exhausted . She relaxed on his chest, savoring the feeling of satisfaction she felt.

Outside, however, things were less peaceful.

The pups had started asking about their parents almost as soon as they sat down for breakfast. Since school was on vacation, they had nowhere to be and nothing to do but eat, play, and sleep.

"Where’s Mother?"

Bryan asked while picking at his breakfast. Mrs. Thompson placed another piece of fruit on his plate before answering.

"She’s spending time with Father."

"When are they coming back?"

"Soon."

Charlotte looked up from her plate. "Can we see them now?"

"Not yet."

Elyon pushed his plate away and folded his arms. "I don’t want breakfast."

Mrs. Thompson looked at him. "You don’t?"

He shook his head. "I want Mother and Father."

Bryan pushed his own plate away. "Me too."

Charlotte followed, sliding her plate away from herself. "I want to see them."