Chapter 9

ANASTASIA MULBERRY

Not for the first time during her pregnancy, Anastasia struggled to get a good night’s rest in but tonight was especially worse. The hot flashes had been much more frequent and intense this past week and she didn’t quite understand why. Either way, this was the seventh morning in a row that she had awoken with soaked underwear and her skin all hot and fuzzy, the dark-haired sexy man staring back at her just as he had done in her dreams.

With his hazel brown eyes still staring back at her, unable to stop picturing the man of her dreams in her mind, she slipped a hand under the sheets and under the band of her cotton underwear. She teasingly flicked her slick clit, already throbbing with anticipation from the hot dream she had just had the misfortune of waking up from when things were just about to get good.

Anastasia closed her eyes and pressed her head further back into the pillow, using her free hand to travel underneath the thin over-sized shirt that she had slept in to rub her nipples between the thumb and forefinger, needing a little something extra to tip herself over the edge.

When her lower lips were absolutely drenched, she squeezed her eyes shut and imagined the sexy man of her dreams between her legs, locking eyes with her as his tongue flicked out of his hot mouth to circle her clit teasingly before plunging into her.

As she imagined the thrusting motions of his tongue, Anastasia plunged a finger inside of her and was quick to increase that number to two, but the wondrous sensations were nothing compared to the pleasure she could only imagine a man as sinfully sexy as him would be able to give her.

Her legs parted further at the thought and she alternated between both breasts, twisting and pinching her sensitive nubs harder and faster, still so far away from her peak. Anastasia continued this motion until her hand started to cramp up and her fingers started to feel numb, but she was still so far away. In fact, it appeared that she was further away from her orgasm now than she had been when she first started touching herself.

Just like her dream, everything stopped before things were about to get interesting.

A frustrated groan passed her lips as she gave in and slipped her fingers out of her cotton underwear, deciding to get started on the day. She sincerely hoped that it wouldn’t be as disappointing as the way it had started out.

After a quick shower, she slipped on her robe and headed downstairs to get started on the day.

Her stomach growled at the thought and she couldn’t help but chuckle lightly, pressing a light hand against her stomach as she walked down the stairs, promising the pup some eggs and toast; a combination which appeared to be both of their favourite go-to for breakfast.

She hummed quietly as she entered the kitchen and got started on preparing her first meal of the day, also pouring herself a glass of freshly squeezed glance of orange juice from a large pitcher she had filled the previous day.

With how hungry she was, she made quick work of plating up her food – not really bothering with the presentation of it all – and took a seat at her dining table but before she could tuck in, her eyes drifted up and locked on a lone animal blinking back at her, his eyes unwavering despite her now staring back at him. Almost as if he had been watching her for a while now.

A shiver ran down her spine at the thought, pleasurable enough to force her onto her feet and take a step towards the animal, unable to look away from the magnificent creature that it was.

Anastasia wasn’t sure what she was thinking but the moment the wolf turned his back on her, she turned around and ran out of the house, almost as if she expected her presence to stop him in his tracks. If she was thinking straight, she would have snorted at the thought.

The moment her bare feet touched the green blades of grass, he was already gone, not even a speck of dust left behind to indicate that he had ever been there.

She frowned and remained rooted on the spot, turning her head from side to side, almost as if she expected him to be lurking around somewhere, still watching her.

When she did a round around her house, she came up with nothing but an imprint on the ground from where she assumed the wolf must have laid for a prolonged period of time. Sighing, Anastasia returned back to the front porch to glance up and down the street, not really sure what she was looking for anymore.

Anastasia couldn’t explain it but for some very strange reason, she wasn’t scared but instead, rather intrigued.

Maybe it had something to do with the fact that she was currently carrying a wolf pup or that she had been spending a lot of time around pack wolves as of recent late, but Anastasia almost felt safe knowing that he was there, watching over her. Protecting her.

Shaking her head in attempt of ridding herself of such strange thoughts, she tightened the robe tie around her waist and turned around to head back inside where her eggs had probably gone cold.

She had absolutely no idea who it was or even if it was one of the wolves from the Lupum Griseo pack but Anastasia felt nothing but safe, and she couldn’t help but wonder what a pack wolf was doing so far out of territory, especially this early in the morning.

Other than Raphael and Justas that sometimes wondered out of pack territory to see her, even more now since she was carrying their child for them, Anastasia didn’t see much wolves around even though she lived on neutral territory with two packs on either side of her.

The most contact she had with wolves – other than her friends – were the students she taught at the high school she worked at. It was a mixed school with humans and werewolves alike, just bordering the territory of The Silver Claw pack and North of The Lupum Griseo pack.

With nothing and no one holding her down back home, she had chosen to move out here after college once she had landed the job as an English teacher for the tenth and eleventh grade. It had been two years since then but never once had she awoken to find a wolf watching her from outside her house. It appeared there was a first for everything.

Either way, Anastasia wasn’t willing to take any risks and decided to give Raphael a call.