Getting away with the Alpha's Pup

Chapter 130

Fern's Perspective

Giovanni had a date with Aurora today, which afforded me a rare and relaxing day.

The campfire swayed in the night breeze, its light reflecting on everyone's faces in alternating shades of brightness and shadow.

The children of the pack encircled the fire, their laughter and cheers resonating through the air. I joined them, watching the children with tender eyes.

Life in this pack was arduous, yet I always found solace in the innocent smiles of these children.

They bombarded me with carefree questions: "Ms. Fern, what did you like to do when you were little?" "Ms. Fern, why are you so pretty?"

These innocent inquiries brought a smile to my face. Patiently, I answered each one, relishing this moment of tranquility.

Then, a child innocently asked, "Ms. Fern, do you have someone you care about the most?" The air instantly grew still, all eyes fixed on me.

My smile wavered as my thoughts drifted back to the distant past.

It was a time when I was young, spending time with my brother Giovanni. Giovanni, back then, was gentle, brave, determined, and always protective of me. He was the person I trusted the most, the most important person in my life.

Taking a deep breath, a wave of nostalgia and pain washed over me, and I softly replied, "Yes."

Suddenly, I felt a chilling gaze.

Turning my head, I saw Giovanni standing nearby, his expression grim. His eyes pierced through me like a blade, sending a shiver down my spine.

An invisible force seemed to pull between us, drawing us together yet keeping us apart.

"It seems you're settling in well with the pack," Giovanni remarked coldly, a subtle undertone of anger and threat in his voice.

My heart sank as his words stung like cold poison, spreading through my body. The trust and dependence I once had for him now felt like a heavy weight pressing down on me.

The children sensed the tension and fell silent, casting nervous glances between Giovanni and me. I mustered a strained smile, trying to appear calm, but the fear and unease gnawed at my insides.

Before I could react, Giovanni led me away into the room.

The atmosphere inside was oppressive, heavy with tension. Giovanni stood with his back to me, his shadow looming over me.

"I-I'm sorry," I stammered.

But before I could say another word, he stepped forward and wrapped his arm around my waist, drawing me closer to him.

"So, who's the man you care so much about? Do you still hope to find him?" His voice was deep, sending a shiver down my spine. My heart raced as I met his gaze.

"Answer me."

"Yes," I gasped.

"It means a lot to you, doesn't it?" He interrupted me.

His touch clouded my judgment, and the realization that he was closer to me than I could handle slowly dawned on me. I tried to comprehend what he was saying, but I didn't dare respond to his question.

Finally, I whispered, "Yes, it means everything to me."

As my last word escaped my lips, his mouth descended on mine, stealing whatever breath I had left.

A wave of bliss surged through my veins as I allowed myself to be consumed by the sensations he evoked in me, and as much as I hate to admit it, I have to acknowledge that feeling that way made me feel a little lost.

I was lost in the way he kissed me.

I felt as though time had frozen, and the only thing I was aware of was his touch - how he held me.

He was affecting me more deeply than I could fathom, but I craved it all.

Time stood still in that moment, and this time, I never wanted it to start again.

I wasn't sure how I had been lowered onto the bed; Giovanni's hands roamed over my body, commanding all my attention. His fingers tugged at the zipper on my dress while my hands pulled his jacket off his body. Our frenzied movements sent an electric current coursing through me.

I couldn't articulate the emotions he stirred within me.

When my dress fell to the floor, he drew back and gazed at me. Clad only in black lace bra and panties, I felt a twinge of shyness under his scrutiny, despite having exposed myself to him before.

A low growl escaped his throat, and I watched as he tore his shirt and tie from his body. In an instant, he was striding toward me, his lips descending once more as his hands gripped my back, lifting me so that my legs wrapped around his waist.

In a swift motion, my back met the soft blanket of the bed. He loomed over me, trailing his lips down my neck, and I arched my neck to grant him better access, closing my eyes and emitting a soft moan.

"Fern..." he whispered in my ear. "I want you."

It was the first time he had ever admitted to desiring to possess me, and he had never asked before. There was something undeniably seductive about his declaration.

"Please..." I moaned.

"What do you want, Fern?" he asked, nibbling gently on my bottom lip.

"You... you... Please, I can't take it," I begged, clinging to him. "Please, Giovanni..."

He didn't give me the satisfaction I wanted.

"What are you thinking?" He paused for a moment, then asked cruelly, "Are you still thinking about going in search of that man?"

I couldn't think; I had to surrender. "No..."

One fluid motion filled every inch of him completely with me. I cried out in pain and pleasure as I relaxed. Letting the rough thrusting movements of his body fill me was the most intense pleasure I'd ever felt.

"Oh, goddess," I cried out as he pulled me onto his lap, still inside me as he knelt on the bed. His hand was on the back of my head as he brought me down on his shaft again and again, the louder I got, the more his lips attacked mine.

It was different from the way he used to make love to me—more intense and erotic.

I panted and leaned against him.

My eyes slowly opened to find him staring at me with a look I didn't recognize.

"Rest, Fern," he commanded, but his hoarse voice sounded gentle. He brushed his fingers over the top of my head, then turned the light off and headed for the door.

I could feel that little by little, he was changing the way he acted toward me.

But, in my wildest dreams, I hoped it was something else.