Chapter 15: Chapter 15

Who sat and watched over the pack

Patrolling every morn and night

He’s kind and firm

A great leader

Our Alpha

Who sat and watched my infant head

While sleeping on my cradle bed

And tears of sweet affection shed

My father

Who sat and watched me while I slept

Making sweet love to me all times

And kissing all my fears away

My husband

-PenaciousShewa

Preparations are in high gear as the pack is preparing for the installation of Milos as the next Alpha.

Finally, right? That’s the same thing I said.

Our baby Kayola is now two months old. It is customary that two months after the heir, and in this case, the heiress is born, the Alpha designate will be crowned Alpha of the Conscientious Pack. One would think that the Alpha would be crowned immediately after his child is born, but those two months are for observing the child and ensuring that there is no threat to her health.

The day before the installation, Milos gets wind of the fact that a few Rogue wolves were caught trying to penetrate the territory through the south gate. He promptly leaves the mansion for the crime scene. There, he finds the intruders beaten to a pulp. He orders that they be promptly decapitated and that their heads be sent as a message to the Rogues. When this is done, he returns to the mansion to have dinner with his family.

“Where did you go, Milos?’ Wanda asks, placing Kayola in the hands of Petra before settling to eat.

“I went to take care of some business, baby,” he informs his wife, “I am here now, don’t fret okay?”

“It is alright,” she says, and they all eat.

The night goes by pretty fast and soon, it is the morning of the celebration. Wanda is gorgeously dressed in a purple, stoned-to-death-as-usual dress, courtesy of Petra and Mira, and it hugs her body firmly. Kayola is also clad in a little purple princess dress, and although she is asleep all through the ceremony, she is still the cynosure of eyes at the ceremony. Despite the initial hesitation of the pack members to accept her as their own, the two –month old angel has managed to enthrall them with her beauty and aura.

“We are gathered here to crown Master Milos Alpha of our prestigious and honorable pack, the Conscientious Pack. There is no iota of doubt in our hearts that he will rule our pack with wisdom, power, and love. We also remember our past Alphas and we are assured that on this auspicious occasion, they are here with us in spirit, and are showering us with their blessings.

In the name of the moon goddess, we hereby declare Master Milos the Alpha of the Conscientious Pack! Hurray! Let the festival begin!”

There is a massive celebration in the pack, and several groups of wolves come to entertain the crowd. Drums beat loudly, passing a message to the entire territory that the throne has once again been occupied by a great leader. There is enough food to go around, and everyone is happy. The stars smile and the moon blushes on this beautiful evening.

The ceremony is brought to a close at exactly 7 pm, but partying continues well into the night. Wanda, exhausted from the day’s activities, signals to Petra and they both leave the ceremony and go into the house. Here, she breastfeeds a hungry Kayola and proceeds to shower. By the time she is done, Petra has lulled the baby to sleep, and they talk about the events of the day, and all that has led them to this very point. Soon, Milos comes in and as usual, Petra exits the room almost immediately.

Our favorite couple falls asleep almost immediately. It’s been a long day.

Wanda wakes up with a start as she hears her baby cry. As she makes for Kayola’s cot, she spots Milos at the far end of the room, cooing and petting their child. She heaves a sigh of relief and another of satisfaction. She walks towards them and tiptoes to kiss him full on the lips.

“Good morning, Alpha” she greets with a broad smile. The word “Alpha” has a nice ring to it.

“Good morning my beautiful Luna,” he responds.

“What is it by the time?” she asks, stretching her limbs.

“It is 10 am, darling”

Wanda furrows her cute eyebrows, “Babe, you should be working right now, why aren’t you ready?”

“I decided to stay with you and Kayola,” he announces with pride.

“Are you sure this is okay?” she asks, blushing at his gesture.

“Stop acting like you don’t love this arrangement, or do you want me to leave?” he teases.

“Of course not, I just want you to be able to balance work and family”

“I have got it all covered okay, and I have competent wolves on my team, hmmm?” he reassures her.

“Okay, what do you have in mind today?”

“How about we hand Kayola over to Petra for the better part of today, while we get away for a while?” he suggests, and Wanda’s face lights up with exhilaration.

“I love this, but how do I breastfeed her?”

“She can have some formula, don’t worry, she is a hybrid, her stomach lining is strong enough to break it down even though she’ll be consuming it for the first time”

“Okay, that settles it, but I am really going to miss my baby” Wanda confesses, puckering her lips.

“Wanda, I’m gonna miss her too, but we have to make out time for ourselves, so we can regroup and love her much better”. With this, he hands Kayola over to her and goes into the bathroom. He finishes up in record time and dresses up in his house clothes-a pair of shorts and a T-shirt.

It is Wanda’s turn to bathe and while she is at it, Milos takes Kayola downstairs and leaves her with Petra. He then goes back up to the room to get his wife. Soon, they both come downstairs and bid Petra, Mira, and the other staff goodbye.

“Where are you taking me? You need to tell me” Wanda asks, curious, although giddy with excitement.

“Calm down, Judge Judy, you’ll like it” he replies as they stroll. Soon, they arrive at a small building, a bungalow painted in grey, soothing to the eyes. It is secluded but decorated with guards, of course. They walk in and Wanda can see different musical instruments, the violin, the saxophone, the guitar, drum set, the cornet, organ pipes, cornet, and of course, the grand piano. The instruments are strategically placed on the walls, and the scenery is just so pleasing to the eyes.

“What!” Wanda exclaims. “This is so beautiful, I love what I see”. She races towards the grand piano and then positions herself so delicately and expertly, that one would think she is about to play the best sound ever. Well, it’s the opposite, and while Nicki Minaj in Grand Piano kept saying, “Play on, Play on, Play on”, Milos is almost deafened by the arrows piercing his ears as Wanda drags her fingers against every key, laughing hysterically.

“Babe, please stop!” He pleads amidst fits of laughter. He practically tackles her off the piano, and they lie on the floor, vibrating with mirth.

“You are feisty, Wanda” he states.

“And you love me” she retorts, sticking her tongue at him.

As if drawn to her by a magnetic force, he moves closer to her and nuzzles her neck, basking in her Lusky scent, mixed with the smell of red clay and Arabian perfume. He can also detect her arousal, and this makes him moan her name quietly, and he reaches for her soft, rosy, and ready lips. His lips land on hers, and she gasps in indescribable pleasure. He sweeps his tongue into hers, their lips Tango, moved by the music of passion.

He pulls down her dress and greedily suckles on her aching breasts, not caring about the essence of her motherhood which is spilling continuously into his ready mouth. Wanda is crazy with pleasure, as she cannot decipher why she is so encapsulated by the pleasure he is giving her. She moans his name, as he plunges two strong fingers into her. He works his fingers expertly in her, and her walls greedily hold on to his fingers, not letting him go. As she nears her orgasm, he is aware of this and withdraws his fingers. She sends him daggers through her pleasure-hazed eyes, and he almost smiles.

Almost.

He guides her to her feet and lifts her up, placing each leg on each of his hips, and moves against the wall. He then positions himself at the entrance of the altar of her pleasure.

“Look at us, Wanda,” he commands, and she acquiesces instantly. As she looks down, he drives into her in one long, quick stroke. She cries out in sheer pleasure, as her delayed orgasm hits her like thunder. Together, they move in sync, crashing an acoustic guitar in the process. Milos increases his thrusts, and Wanda feels like she is being pierced with iron wrapped in velvet. The combination of pleasure makes her moan so loudly, that Milos has to ask about the sentinels standing outside the building.

“What will the guards think?” he asks, breathing heavily on her face.

“I don’t give a damn right now, Milos. Just fuck me!” she moans, as another eruption racks her body.

He keeps hitting her with hard, fast strokes, and she is here for it, all of it. He curses as he is overwhelmed by his own climax, and he spills all of his seed into her core. Spent, they collapse gently on the floor, and he murmurs sweet nothings into her ears, while she purrs like a contented kitten.

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