The One He Claimed

Chapter 191: Alpha Heir

Sophie

The pack settled after Lucas and Kinsley left. After spending a . couple of days with Brutus and Leah, Dr. Caspian and Brooklyn returned to our pack. I’ve been to see Dr. Felicity, but mostly, I stay in the nursery, making sure everything is ready for Huntington. Dr. Felicity called it nesting and she said it’s perfectly normal.

When Hunter teasingly asked her if Hedda marking him multiple times a day now is also normal, she said that, especially in Alpha females, it’s very normal.

“An Alpha female’s instinct to protect her pup is as strong as yours Alpha. For our Luna, she trusts you to keep her and your pup safe, so instinctively she’s making sure that no other she- wolves try to take her powerful mate away from her while she’s in this vulnerable position,” Dr. Felicity told her.

While I could feel Hunter’s pleasure that I know he’ll keep us safe, he still felt the need to tease. “Are you sure my mate isn’t just becoming part vampire?”

He’s not wrong. Hedda has been ridiculous in her need to mark him. The moment our scent isn’t readily apparent in his blood, she’s pushing more venom into his body. Thankfully, both Hunter and Shaw have been very patient with her and I’m pretty sure Shaw is enjoying her extreme possessiveness. I know Hunter’s enjoying her need to mate while marking him.

That’s another thing that has kept me from being out in the general pack, Hedda’s possessiveness and her desperate desire to mate with Hunter every time she sees him. Hunter finally told everyone to stay off the Alpha floor because if he waited too long to ease her ache, our scent would become so strong that he eventually couldn’t ignore it any longer and Shaw would hunt her down.

This morning is no different. I wake up, desperate for my mate to be inside me. Whether it’s Shaw’s desire for Hedda, or Hunter inherently knows that I need him the moment I wake up, he’s rolled onto his back before I can sit up to straddle him. Thankfully, my mate is always ready for me.

His eyes are still heavy with sleep as I slide myself onto his length. Each time still feels as good as the first time. Hunter pushes himself up against the headboard, knowing Hedda will want to mark him again, then he puts his hands on my hips and helps me to ride him. I’m thankful our bed frame is so sturdy because I haven’t exactly been a gentle rider when it comes to Hedda taking what she wants.

When we come the first time, she sinks her teeth into his marking spot pushing her venom into him while she continues to ride him.

“That’s right baby, take what you need,” Hunter, or maybe Shaw, growls as we grind against him. I can feel his body shooting off inside us, the warm jets of his c*****m coating my insides.

Thankfully, Hedda’s venom keeps him hard, and she pushes me to keep riding him.

After several more o**ms, I feel the sting of Shaw’s teeth in our marking spot, and my body shoots off again. I scream against his neck where Hedda is still pushing her venom into him.

When she finally removes her canines, I feel exhausted.

Hunter pulls his canines from my neck and kisses me softly. “Get some rest baby. I’ll bring breakfast when I’m done with warrior training.”

I nod, crawling off of him and curling up on the bed beside him. He kisses my shoulder and tucks the pillow against me. I’m asleep before he gets to the shower.

Later, I jolt awake, not sure what woke me. I look around, seeing that it’s light outside, but Hunter isn’t here.

“Hunter?” I call out.

‘I’m downstairs, baby. You’ve slept past breakfast. I left some food for you. Do you need me to come upstairs?’ he asks in the mind link.

‘No, I’m good,’ I say, starting to get out of bed when I feel the pain in my stomach again.

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I don’t answer, sitting on the side of the bed and breathing as the pain recedes.

‘Sophie?” he asks again, more urgently.

‘Give me a minute,’ I say, rubbing my stomach.

A couple of minutes later, the door opens and Hunter walks in.

“What’s that pain?” he asks me.

“I’m not sure. I guess it could be…” I stop as more pain shoots through my stomach.

“Let’s go,” Hunter says, scooping me up and pulling the sheet around my naked body.

I breathe through the next contraction because I’m pretty sure that’s what this is.

Hunter is very quiet, so I know he’s giving out orders while he carries me and when we get downstairs and I see the pack smiling happily at me, I know I’m right.

“Good luck, Luna.”

“We love you, Luna.”

“We can’t wait to meet our Alpha heir, Luna.”

“Penny…” Hunter calls out.

“We’ll keep the pack safe, Alpha. Go have a baby.”

When we get to the hospital, Dr. Caspian and Brooklyn are already there.

“Here we go, Luna. Let’s see if our little Alpha Hunt is ready to meet his parents,” he says. Dr. Felicity joins him and together they smile before turning to look at me.

“Looks like you’re in labor, Luna. We’re going to keep you here, but you’re only a couple centimeters dilated. You’re welcome to walk around which can sometimes move delivery along or stay in here. We’ll be back to check on you in a little while.”

They come in periodically, and as the day wears on and Hunt takes his time, my mood becomes much grumpier.

“What do you mean I can’t drink anything? I’ve been here all day!” I growl.

“We have ice chips for you, Luna.

“Ice chips! What the hell do I want with ice chips? I want water!”

“Baby, stop yelling at Brooklyn and the doctors. They’re just trying to help you. Breathe, baby.”

“Why don’t you f** breathe,” say as another contraction hits.

The next time Dr. Caspian comes in to check me, he looks at me a bit fearfully. I may or may not have told him that if he came in here again and told me that it still wasn’t time to push that I’d kick him in his happy little face. I notice that Hunter not so subtly puts his hand on my leg, just in case.

Thankfully, this time when he checks me, he says it’s time to push.

It takes several more hours and a lot of cursing on my part, but my mate, strong as ever, remains calm and helps keep me calm. When I finally hear the sweet sound of my son’s cries, I begin laughing and crying. Hunter cuts the umbilical cord, and they wrap Hunt in a blanket and put him in Hunter’s arms, letting him bring our son to me.

I can feel Hunter’s awe and love through the bond, can see it in his eyes when he looks up at me, smiling with tears in his eyes.

“He’s as perfect as you are, Soph.”

When he lays my son in my arms, everything else falls away. My my arms, everything else falls away. My heart is filled with so much love for this little boy and for his amazing father.

“I love you, Huntington Reynolds,” I say.

“I love you, Sophie Reynolds,” Hunter says, kissing my forehead.

“And I love you, Hunter Reynolds.