My life felt split into two very different parts now, like day and night pulling me in opposite ways.
The first part was all warm and happy back at the house—cozy moments where the alphas surrounded me close, kissing me deep and slow with lips that claimed every breath, their tongues tasting sweet and strong.
Then they moved lower, latching onto my swollen breasts gentle but firm, sucking my milk in steady pulls that made me moan soft and shaky till my chest felt light and empty, nipples tingling red from their care.
Those times made me feel safe and wanted, wrapped in their scents like a blanket.
The second part was tougher—the outside world with its doctor visits, check-ups, and errands that dragged me away from their protective arms into cold places that made me nervous. I was afraid of getting kidnapped again, but I believe in them. They will never let anything bad happen to me.
