The Triplet Alphas' Secret Mate

Chapter 182: Get Me Pregnant

Ethan’s POV

​I was losing my grip on reality. I made a low sound in my throat, a growl that was pure wolf, as I reached for the neckline of her maid’s gown. I pulled the fabric down, exposing her pale, smooth shoulders. I didn’t wait; I buried my face in her neck, sucking on the soft skin there, marking her as mine before I even moved lower.

​"Mate..." she whimpered, and the sound of those words sent a jolt of pure electricity to my gut.

​I moved my mouth lower, my breath hot against her skin. I reached for the lace of her bra, popping her breasts free. They were perfect—firm, tipped with pink, and aching for my touch. I took one nipple into my mouth and sucked hard, swirling my tongue around the peak until she cried out, her back arching off the stone wall. I was going wild. A voice in the back of my head told me to be a gentleman, to take her somewhere soft, but I couldn’t stop. She was like a tonic in my blood, a drug I had been starving for my entire life.

​Casey moaned, a raw, needy sound, and she grabbed my hand, pulling it down and guiding it under the heavy fabric of her gown. Fuck.

​I slid my hand up her thigh, my fingers brushing against the silk of her panties. She was already dripping, the heat radiating off her making my head spin. I shifted her underwear to the side and tapped against her entrance. She was soaking wet, ready for me. I slid a finger inside, and the tightness of her made me freeze.

​My heart hammered against my ribs. She was so small, so narrow. Was she a virgin? The realization hit me like a physical blow. Pride, admiration, and a fierce, burning love filled me. Knowing I would be the first—the only one to ever touch her like this—made my wolf howl with possessive joy.

​I gently pushed my finger deeper, stretching her, and she gasped into my mouth, her legs trembling. I began to move in a slow, rhythmic thrust that mimicked the act of love, and we both moaned into each other’s lips. Our wolves were pouring through the bond, a symphony of need and recognition.

driving me insane. Her small hands went for the zipper of my pants, her fingers fumbling with the metal, and I knew I was seconds away from losing all control. I wanted to take her right there, against the cold stone, but she was my mate. She deserved to

pulled my mouth from hers, breathing hard, and gently withdrew my hand. I caught her

hazy, desperate lust. "Please... I want

my forehead against hers. "I want you so badly it’s killing me. But not like this. Not

hard, her chest heaving as her bare breasts brushed against my skin. "I’m a virgin," she whispered, her

"And I want to be your first. I will be

"You don’t understand. If we don’t do it now... it will be too

would you think that? Casey, look at me. I’m not going

and I’m not a maid." She took a ragged breath, looking like she expected me to strike her. "I’m Princess Rebecca. The one your

arms to the cold, political bride I had been dreading. This was Rebecca?

she took my silence for panic. She gripped my shoulders, her voice

want to marry your Alpha," she pleaded, her hands sliding back down to my waist. "I want you. Make love to me. Do it now. Cum inside me... I’m ovulating. If I get pregnant with your child, the wedding will be called off. They won’t want

stay with a warrior. She was willing to give up everything for me, not knowing that I was the man she was trying to escape

was ready to throw her entire life away, ready to sacrifice her honor