Pregnant For The Alpha I Never Met

The wait is over

CALLIE'S POV

Renan's apartment was smaller than I expected. Neat, efficient, with minimal decoration. Very him.

"Sorry about the mess," he said, though there was no mess to speak of.

"It's fine." I set my purse down on the small table by the door. "Renan, we need to talk."

He tensed immediately. "That's never a good way to start a conversation."

"It's not bad." I turned to face him fully. "But Leo's right. We've been dancing around this for too long."

"Callie..."

"I love you." The words came out steadier than I expected. "I said it in the car because a three-year-old called me out, but I'm saying it now because I mean it. I love you, Renan. I have for a long time."

He stared at me, and for a horrible moment, I thought I'd made a mistake. That I'd misread everything between us.

Then he crossed the room in three strides and kissed me.

It wasn't soft or tentative. It was hungry and desperate and full of everything we'd been holding back for years.

"I love you too," he breathed against my lips when we finally broke apart. "God, Callie, I've been in love with you since that day at the cathedral. Since you yelled at Martha for being disrespectful to Millie. Since you trusted me to drive you even though you had no idea who I was."

"Then why didn't you say anything?"

"Because you deserved better than a werewolf with pack obligations and a complicated life." His hands cupped my face. "Because I didn't want you to feel trapped by what I am."

"You're an i***t," I said, but there was no heat in it. "I don't feel trapped. I feel... found."

He kissed me again, deeper this time, and I felt his restraint starting to slip. His hands moved to my waist, pulling me closer, and when I felt him hard against me, something bold took over.

I pulled back and started unbuttoning my blouse. "Bedroom. Now."

His eyes darkened. "Callie..."

"Unless you want me to do this right here on your couch?"

He let out a low growl that sent heat straight through me, then swept me up. I laughed, wrapping my arms around his neck as he carried me down the hall.

His bedroom was simple; large bed, dark sheets, three sets of windows. He set me down and I finished unbuttoning my blouse, letting it fall to the floor. His eyes tracked every movement.

"You're staring," I said.

"Can't help it." He pulled his shirt over his head. "You're gorgeous."

I reached behind to unhook my bra, and his breath caught. "Your turn. Lose the pants."

"Bossy," he said, but he was already working on his belt.

"You like it."

"I really do."

We stripped quickly, no ceremony, just need and want and finally letting ourselves have this. When we were both bare, I pushed him back onto the bed and climbed on top of him.

"Callie," he groaned as I settled over him, not quite where he wanted me yet. "You're killing me."

"Good." I leaned down to kiss him, letting my breasts brush against his chest. "I've wanted this for so long."

"Then stop teasing me."

I laughed against his mouth. "Where's the fun in that?"

But I was just as desperate as he was. I reached between us, guiding him to my entrance, and sank down slowly.

We both gasped.

"f**k," he breathed. "You feel incredible."

I started to move, finding a rhythm that had both of us panting. His hands gripped my hips, helping guide me, and I braced myself on his chest.

"That's it," he encouraged. "Take what you need."

I did. I rode him; slowly at first, learning his body, feeling him with my hands, searching his eyes with mine. Then I saw it, the fire he had been trying to control for four whole years.

That was all I needed to increase my pace. I went harder and harder, chasing the pleasure building inside me, and he watched me like I was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.

He slowly grabbed my left n****e with his mouth and used his fingers to massage my c**t, making me lose the last strand of control I thought I had.

“Oh my gosh… Renan.” I cried in pleasure.

“That’s it baby. You’re such a good girl. Now say my name again.”

"Reenaan… I'm close," I gasped.

"Not yet." In one smooth motion, he flipped us so I was on my back and he was over me. "My turn."

He thrust into me hard and I cried out his name, my nails digging into his shoulders. This angle was deeper, more intense, and I could already feel myself climbing again.

"Better?" he asked, his voice strained.

"So much better."

He set a punishing pace, and I met him thrust for thrust. The bed frame creaked beneath us, and neither of us cared.

"Touch yourself," he said. "I want us to come together."

I slipped my hand between us, finding my c**t, and the added sensation made me arch off the bed.

"That's it," he groaned. "God, Callie, I love you."

"I love you too," I gasped. "Now make me come."

He angled his hips just right, hitting that spot inside me that made stars burst behind my eyes, and I shattered with a cry. He followed immediately, groaning my name as he spilled inside me.

We collapsed together, sweaty and satisfied and smiling.

"So," I said after catching my breath. "That happened."

He laughed, the sound rumbling through his chest. "Yeah. It did. It finally did."

"Took us long enough."

"Worth the wait though." He rolled us to the side, pulling me close. "Definitely worth it."

I snuggled into him, feeling more content than I had ever been in all the years of my life. "So what are we now?"

"What do you want us to be?"

I thought about it. "Partners. Equals. Together."

"I like the sound of that." He kissed my forehead. "Partners it is."

"And if your pack has a problem with that?"

"They won't. But if they did, they'd answer to me." His arm tightened around me. "You're mine, Callie. No one can dispute that fact and none can take you from me."

"Possessive much?"

"It's a wolf thing."

I laughed. "I can live with that."

And lying there in his arms, listening to his heartbeat slow, I realized something.

I was happy.

Genuinely, completely happy.

For the first time in years.