Chapter 38

Weston

I stood in the castle bathroom—or at least I thought I did. I didn’t understand how it was happening, but I swear to the moon goddess, I was touching Alex—my fingers inside her as she gripped my arm. We were together, the steam rising from the tub where she bathed. Her belly was round and full with our pup growing inside, and I wondered how I’d ever missed how breathtaking she was.

“You’re so beautiful, Alex,” I whispered against her ear, my rhythm deepening as her moans rose around us like a song. Her voice was a melody all its own. I felt the warm rush of her release, the way her body shuddered in waves against my hand. When she stilled, I drew my fingers away and began to massage the tension from her shoulders and back.

“I love you, Weston,” she murmured, her voice honey-sweet and thick with feeling. “Please, more…”

And then—someone seized me by the shoulders, pulling me back from the dream. My eyes flew open.

Adrian and my dad stood o