Sold as the Alpha King's Breeder-Chapter 1318 - 73 : Not a Prisoner

*Noah*

After returning home and arguing with my parents, I was exhausted and fell asleep almost immediately once I was lying peacefully next to Zara. But not long after I passed out, I woke up again and turned over to see that Zara was tossing and turning restlessly. She was clearly awake and not just having some nightmare about performing gymnastics.

I knew she was restless due to our current predicament. There was a small part of me that felt guilty about lying to my parents about something so major, but the negative feeling was extremely minuscule compared to the relief I felt to have Zara sent up to my room as opposed to some secluded one far away from me.

I desperately wanted to make Zara safe, but there was also a selfish part of me that wished that we were truly husband and wife. The lie ironically made it feel more real and that one day, we could be.

If anything, I felt much more guilt about upsetting Zara with my rash, but completely necessary action.

I waited for several minutes, waiting to see if Zara would calm down and fall asleep, but that didn’t happen. I felt concern growing in me as she continued to roll over, sighing almost unhappily before turning again, seeming unable to find a comfortable position.

Unable to bear it any longer, I turned at the same time she rolled over to face me. Thanks to the light of the moon, I was able to offer her a small smile, which she didn’t return, though she did gaze at me with her emerald-green eyes.

I moved so that I could press my lips gently to hers, softly at first just to comfort her, but something primal awoke in me as I tasted her and I deepened the kiss, pleased when Zara’s body seemed to melt against mine.

I slipped my hands beneath the covers, my fingers skimming against the soft, smooth fabric of Zara’s new nightgown. I hummed appreciatively against her mouth, loving the way the softness of the gown allowed my hands to glide over the curves of Zara’s body. I couldn’t help but squeeze her hips as I pressed my front against her. She gasped against me, no doubt feeling my quickly hardening erection.

“Shh,” I murmured gently, wrapping my arms around her and tucking her even more firmly against me. I started to rub her back. “Just relax, beautiful. Let me take care of you.”

She sucked in a breath in anticipation as I pushed myself up so I could straddle her hips. Her bright green eyes were glimmering beneath the stream of milky light coming from the window, making the gems in her bright orbs sparkle.

I took a moment just to appreciate her radiance before making quick work of the buttons on the front of her nightdress. My breathing was becoming heavy with each button I unsnapped as more of Zara’s smooth skin became visible to my gaze. I kissed one full breast and then the other, dropping another to her lips before continuing to undress her.

After much too long, we are both completely naked. I relished in the warmth of my woman as I swiftly unsheathed my swollen length and quickly found her wet entrance. Zara’s eyes were impossibly huge, and she bit her bottom lip in anticipation. Right as a moan escaped her full lips, I thrusted into her all the way, eliciting a deep, throaty gasp from her.

I stilled for a moment as Zara began to writhe as she got used to my thickness. I felt a satisfied smirk appear on my face and I lowered my upper body over her, pressing my mouth firmly to hers, slipping my tongue into her mouth, delighting in the fact that I could claim two of her holes at once.

I ended the kiss after a moment so I could look into Zara’s flushed face. She was gritting her teeth now as I rode her slowly. Her eyes were shut, and I felt my face darken. That wouldn’t do.

“Open your eyes, Zara. Look at me.”

She obeyed, her cheeks blushing further as she locked eyes with me.

“You’re mine,” I told her firmly, narrowing my eyes when she didn’t answer and just moaned again. “Say it, Zara.”

I moved again, pulling back slightly so that my cock was almost out of her, and she gasped. “I’m yours, I’m yours!” she said quickly, thrusting her hips up to push me in deeper inside of her.

“That’s right,” I told her, capturing her mouth again, feeling my wolf starting to take over.

I wanted to claim her so completely. I grabbed onto her hips and pulled her small body to me each time I thrust into her. She squirmed and cried out, right as a powerful orgasm fell over her. I started to move my hips back and forth faster and more firmly than ever, bringing myself to the edge as well.

I growled low as I climaxed, filling Zara up with my seed.

We were both breathing hard for the next few minutes. I shut my eyes, still bent over Zara’s spent form as my brain buzzed from the satisfying exertion. I propped myself up onto my elbows and looked down at Zara, whose eyes were half-lidded in post-sex bliss. I chuckled deeply and kissed the tip of her nose and then her lips.

“Are you more relaxed now?” I teased gently, pulling out of her carefully and rolling onto my back. I gathered her up in my arms so that I could cradle her to my chest. I sighed with contentment when I felt her melt against me. “We should do that in bed more often.”

She giggled sleepily. “We have.”

“I believe it,” I said in a rumbling voice. I started to run my fingers through her long, golden strands, chuckling lightly when her breathing evened out and her body went limp. “Good night, beautiful.”

I woke up feeling refreshed the next morning but Zara, while definitely more relaxed after our lovemaking and heart-to-heart the night before, still had a listlessness about her that concerned me.

As we both got ready for the day, I couldn’t help but glance over at her every once in a while, thinking about what she said the night before about me not remembering certain important aspects of our lives.

It frustrated me to no end to have any kind of rift between us. I decided at that moment that it was time for me to start taking the potion in hopes of regaining my memories.

Zara’s eyes were downcast as she took the arm I’d offered her as we exited my bedroom to head down to breakfast. I stopped about halfway down the hall, brushing some wavy blonde hair off her shoulder and away from her face.

“What is it?” I asked. “You seem lost in thought.”

“Sorry,” she murmured, and her lip went between her teeth again.

I bent to kiss her, causing her to let her poor bottom lip go. “Don’t be sorry,” I said. It was then that I got a good look at the gown she was wearing. It was a soft cream color and was covered in swirling gold patterns. The color made her face glow. “You look especially beautiful this morning.”

Zara offered me a shy smile and I returned it widely. It was an extravagant gown, meant to reflect her status as my wife and Luna. My chest fluttered at the thought, even though it technically wasn’t true.

Zara seemed to be having the same sentiments. She frowned. “I’m going to feel like a fraud until we come clean about lying about our marriage, or until we really do get married.”

I wanted badly to actually be married as well, even though I knew that was not exactly what she was saying. Even so, I caressed the side of her face with my fingers. “Don’t worry. I promise we’ll rectify everything as soon as possible.”

Zara nodded, her shoulders relaxing slightly, and I once again offered my arm to her before leading her downstairs.

We entered the dining area just in time for one of the guards to step into the room. He approached my stepmother and father with a respectful bow. “Lady Zara’s parents have arrived with the intent of taking their daughter home.”

Father glanced at us and then nodded grimly to the guard. In a powerful voice, he requested that the rest of the family leave the room and ordered the staff to escort Zara’s parents in for breakfast.

Both my and Zara’s eyes widened at the news, and we watched helplessly as the staff scattered in order to prepare for Zara’s parents to enter the room. My hand curled and tightened around Zara’s protectively.

I wondered if she would see this as an opportunity for escape.

I was still mulling this over as Zara’s parents entered and I let go of Zara’s small hand so she could rush to her parents and hug them both. The relief in their expressions was plain as they embraced their young daughter.

“I’m alright,” Zara assured them, pulling away slightly so she could gesture behind her. “Noah came to my rescue. I don’t know what would have become of me if he hadn’t.”

I repressed a shudder at the very thought. Zara’s parents searched her face for a moment before their eyes darted over to me, and then to my father, who immediately stepped forward.

“Welcome,” he said in his deep voice. “We are pleased to have you here with us.”

Zara’s father narrowed his eyes. “Thank you,” he said tightly, a protective arm around Zara’s shoulders. “While we were initially grateful for the care our daughter seemed to be getting here, we just fail to understand how she was kidnapped from the mansion in the first place.”

I fully expected my father’s temper to flare but instead, he nodded in understanding. “We understand that you must have been extremely worried for your daughter’s wellbeing, but I assure you that our security efforts have doubled,” he said. “I’m sure you must be exhausted from your travels, especially this early in the morning. Please join us for breakfast.”

We all sit around the large table, Zara’s parents across from Zara and me. I was just starting to relax and getting up the nerve to introduce myself to Zara’s parents when my father cut in. “So, it would appear that our children hastily married in the Dark Realm. I suppose we should discuss how we should proceed going forward, considering the news.”

Zara’s face went bright red, and she hesitantly peeked at her parents, who were staring at us in shock.

Zara’s father’s eyes narrowed. He moved to stand up from the table. “We are actually here to take Zara home.”

Father lifted his chin slightly and then looked from Zara and me to her parents and then back again. He nodded. “If that is what Zara wants, then we will not object. She is not a prisoner here and is free to leave, if that is what she desires.”

I held my breath and met Zara’s eyes, hoping that she could see in my expression that I didn’t want to hold her prisoner either but that I also wanted her to stay.

Zara returned my gaze coolly, expressionless.

Would she stay with me?