The Alpha's Exchanged Mate
The Alpha’s Exchanged Mate – Chapter 41

Edwina’s POV…

If there were one thing I could openly say I am happy for, that would be the truce with Alex. Should I call it a truce? I could just say we found a temporary common ground.

It’s been three days since Ben’s escape, and everything has been silenced. We were still trying so much to manage information and limit people’s access to the night howlers pack.

I stood in front of the old painting of the late Luna, Alex’s mum, and then recalled the secret about Alex’s birth that had accidentally slipped off from Becca.

I was still finding it so hard to believe that such a huge secret had been kept from him in the past, and he still doesn’t know,

He has indeed been through a lot, and I can’t help but wonder what specifically has been deliberately kept from him.

If he doesn’t know that his mother wasn’t a wolf but rather a human, such a big detail that was skipped, what else doesn’t he know about?

My hands trailed down the rungs, and I took note of every piece of painting on the wall, from the arctic drawing of the first ever night howlers’ war to the drawing of the moon goddess’ first encounter with the Luna. I wondered why the moon goddess hadn’t interacted with me yet.

A Luna in every pack is expected to be the one bridge between the pack and the moon goddess, directly hearing from the moon goddess and passing her message to the people.

But the night goddess has never talked to me since I assumed the position of the Luna. Maybe it was because I wasn’t a wolf and did not have any ability to connect to the spiritual. I glared more at the painting; I was hoping there was more to me that could help so well in the upcoming war against the sizzlers. I was still caught deep in thoughts and had not noticed when a young girl had entered the room; with her natural blonde hair and oval-shaped face, this young lady would be no more than nineteen years of age.

“Good morning, ma’am,” she greeted with a smile and slightly bowed down. I hate it when people do that. To them, it was a sign of acknowledgment for the higher ranks.

“Good morning, ” I replied.

“Your relaxation bath is ready,” she announced. I had asked for a relaxing bath, and I wanted to know if I could clear my head off the whole Ben’s saga. I thought of every one of my best and worst memories with him.

Truly ever since he escaped prison, he has been the one thing on my mind.

As I dipped myself into the cold water which had risen sprinkled on it, my mind immediately went to a day in which we made love. It was the only time we didn’t just f**k, but made love. It was on our wedding night.

He had gotten out of the shower and saw me lying there gloriously half-naked. Maybe the reason I was remembering this particular memory was because of the way the water was making me feel right now, immensely dipped in its sweetness and soaking in its calmness.

He was wrapped waist down with a white towel as his waistline exposed his cores and gave me a mental picture of what was underneath the towel.

I was pleased because I knew then I had married such a fine man, the envy of a lot of people, and I get to have him as mine.

“I was just about coming over to strip you off your clothes, good thing we are on the same page,” he had said, smiling sheepishly and keeping his devilish grin on his face. There was always something about his grin that turned me on immediately.

I shivered as he ran his hands down my body, my breaths were coming fast and short, and I heard him chuckle. What I was doing was risky; hell, this was me surrendering my totality to him. I’d sworn to myself I’d never try it, to give myself totally to someone in this manner.-these were the types of things people did that made them fall in love, but the daredevil side of me had been intrigued, and here I was. He walked to a cabinet on the other side of the room and pulled it out. He then brought a rope and a blindfold.

I was getting nervous as he approached me, and the smile wasn’t leaving his face.

And then here I was in our room lying down on our king-sized bed with my eyes blindfolded, my arms above me, and my wrists bound. The bind on my wrists was loose; I could tug them off if I wanted, but I wasn’t going to do that; I hated to admit it, but I was enjoying myself, and Ben hadn’t even started. I had f****d Ben before, even before we had gotten married, but there was something about how intentional about s*x he was on that very day.

I felt him trace his hands on the straps of the bra I was wearing; then, he brought his lips to my ear lobe; I turned my head to the side to give him more access as I m****d. His lips left hot trails as he descended to my boobs. Finally, his teeth found my erect nipples through the sheer material of the bra, and he bit down gently.

I arched my back and pushed my boobs up when he repeated the same thing on the other nipple. Then he unstrapped my bra, and he kissed my shoulders and neck. His lips found my breast again, and he took one nipple in his mouth and the other between his thumb, switching back and forth between them. I was moaning and writhing on the bed.

He continued his unholy exploration of my body. Until I was begging him to stop, then he continued the trail to my stomach, then the waistband of my panties. He ran his fingers on the beads I had on my waist, and I felt myself turn even wetter than my panties were soaked. Then he ignored the wetness beckoning to him and continued to k**s his way down to my thighs, then my legs. Finally, he took the trail back up my legs, focusing on the hollow at the back of my knees, my legs on his shoulders. I was moaning and begging, and I didn’t even care; I wanted to release.

He kissed my inner thighs as he continued up, ignoring my p***y again to suck my boobs before he took my lips in a fierce k**s. He gripped the fragile straps of the panties and tore them off me, and I gasped. He quickly moved down my body and dropped a k**s on my clit that had me calling out his name.

Then he was fingering me and sucking me at the same time, with one finger at first, then a second and a third were pumping inside me, and I was thrashing on the bed. Then, finally, I felt the o****m coming; it was like tethering on the edge of a cliff, waiting for the wind to push you off. And then I was falling, the o****m rolling over me in waves as I clamped my legs together around his head; he didn’t stop but continued to eat me out until I rode out the waves of the o****m.

My body was good in his hands as he dropped my legs back onto the bed, then I was feeling the pressure of his manhood inside me. I spread my legs wider and gasped as he pressed his shaft into me, and my p***y walls clamped around his shaft, pulsing with warmth. I m****d out his name and shivered from the pleasure. Then he was pulling out and pressing himself back into me, and the pleasure doubled.

He then began to move inside me, slowly at first, then he was pounding into me, and I was screaming his name. His shaft was long and thick, and I imagined it was hitting against my womb.

I felt him pull out again, and he was undoing the binds on my wrists, he quickly flipped me over, and I was on my knees, my a*s in the air, then he bound my hands again behind my back. He penetrated me again and started to pound into me.

I felt myself on the edge of that cliff again; I couldn’t see the ground this time. I tried to hold off on the climax for a bit longer, but it seemed futile. I removed the blindfold soon enough to see him released too.

The door to the room opened, and I was startled back to reality and immediately conscious I was naked; and Alex strode in with his wheelchair and a smile on his face.

I was already wet from the thought of Ben, and I could see him already getting excited at the sight of the naked me.