The Millennium Wolves Series by Sapir Englard Chapter 38

The Millennium Wolves Series Book Three Chapter: 08

Sienna 

I watched in muted rage as Aiden‘s hand reached for the paper that Charlotte had left on the table. The idea that he was even curious to read it made my blood boil. 

Was he really choosing his mother over me? He did realize that we were mated for life, right? 

With any luck, Charlotte had only a few more years before she kicked the bucket. 

I took a step toward him and parted my lips, but before a single word could escape, he held up a 

finger and walked over to the wastebasket. letting the folded sheet drop into it. 

“This doesn‘t mean that I‘ve taken your side,” he said coolly. 

I was stunned but mostly relieved. Maybe he wasn‘t as brainwashed as I thought. Still, the fact that I had doubts about which one of us he would side with made me furious. I needed to know where he really stood. 

“What does it mean?” I asked. 

“Sienna, I understand where you‘re coming from, but that article didn‘t do you any favors.” 

“And neither did your parents,” I shot back. 

“You let me handle them,” he said, coming into my space. 

Yeah, okay, Aiden. It‘s not like they‘ve been walking all over you. 

It was so typical of him to think he could intimidate me this way. It was how he handled anyone else who questioned him, but it didn‘t work on me. I knew him for who he really was. 

I had seen his compassion, his sweetness, which was why all this drama between us was killing me. 

Maybe if I got him to see what I saw, he‘d understand why I had been so hostile toward his mother 

“Aiden, you‘re under their thumb. Take a step back and look at all the things they‘re pushing you 

to do.” 

“Did I not just throw away my mother‘s statement?” he protested. You think I liked it when my mother accused me of being incompetent in front of my entire council?” 

Seriously? I couldn‘t believe after that whole interaction he was hung up about how he looked in front of his friends. 

Maybe I was wrong about there being hope he could see things through my perspective, 

“So, that‘s what you think was out of line? Not the whole promising-1-would-submit-to-you-at-the-next-full-moon thing?” 

“I‘m still waiting for you to propose a solution to that problem,” he replied. “Agreeing to reschedule it would save me a lot of headache.” 

“Getting your parents out of our hair would save us both a lot of headache.” I said dryly. “I don‘t understand why you let them get away with all this.” 

“At the end of the day, they‘re still my parents, Sienna. I thought you of all people would understand that.” 

Was he really calling me out for being a hypocrite? 

It would be one thing if his parents were lovely people and I was being some crazy–jealous mate, but his relationship with Charlotte and Daniel was toxic. I was genuinely baffled that he couldn‘t see that. 

Aiden was sorely mistaken if he thought his mother deserved a pass simply because she was family. 

“Excuse me, I understand what it means to have a healthy relationship with your parents. One based on respect and empathy, not legacies and politics. This isn‘t how healthy families treat each other, 

Aiden.” 

I could tell I was making him uncomfortable. Maybe I had pushed him too far. 

He hadn‘t grown up in the loving home like I had, and despite the fact that I didn‘t share a drop of blood with the rest of my family, I knew that they loved me in a way Aiden couldn‘t fathom. 

When we first mated, our relationship was overwhelmed with lust and passion, but as the weeks turned into months, I discovered the 

emotional void that existed in Aiden‘s heart, 

I had done my best to fill it, showing him what it meant to have someone love him unconditionally, that he was valued and wanted for something other than being the alpha. 

Maybe I hadn‘t done a good enough job patching him up. Or maybe I had to face the fact that I could never replace the love that he sought from his parents. 

After my last comments, Aiden had folded his arms and was staring pensively at his shoes. 

The silence was starting to make me 

uncomfortable 

“Sienna, ever since I started hanging around your parents and your sister, I‘ve seen how a family is supposed to function. In a way, it feels like your parents adopted me too. 

“They remind me of the family I used to have. one before Aaron died. And now that my parents are here again, I want to make it work so badly. I want to have them back in my life.” 

I could see the pain in his eyes as he struggled to open up. I knew this wasn‘t easy for him. 

Talking about breakups and crushes with the girls was one thing, but this was serious emotional trauma. I felt completely out of my depth. 

“Aiden, they abandoned you.” I replied, deciding to be straightforward. “What makes you think you can get them to change now?” 

“That first night, when you went to bed early, they told me they wanted to be here for our children. So, I thought if I told them we were trying...” 

Wait, you told them we were trying to conceive to gain their affection? Aiden, why didn‘t you tell me that?” 

“What do you mean?” he replied bitterly. “If I‘d told you, you would have burned the house down 

I thought I could buy enough time to get you to change your mind, but then this article came out and it‘s all a big fucking mess.” 

Okay. I had to admit I probably would have burned the house down, but he shouldn‘t have been making promises for the both of us. 

We were supposed to be partners, and right now, I felt less like his equal and more like an annoyance. Some cute young girl he kept around to pump out babies and look nice at special events. 

“Love isn‘t conditional, Aiden. You shouldn‘t need to promise your parents grandkids to earn their affection.” 

Why can‘t you—” Aiden stopped short, gripping his chest. His breathing became heavy, and he wrenched his head to the side. “Damnit, it‘s happening.” 

My face went pale as terror overtook me. 

What did he mean? 

Was he having a heart attack? 

“Aiden, what‘s happening? Tell me!” I pleaded, but before he could reply, I had my answer. 

The pulsing, molten heat of the Haze ignited 

within my core and spread throughout my body like a wildfire. My legs tingled, and my breasts swelled. When Aiden‘s scent hit my nose, it was like pouring gasoline on the flames 

I looked at him with crazed desire. 

I had to have him. 

I longed for him to be inside of me. 

The way he looked at me, those golden–green eyes ablaze with lust, let me know he was wrestling with the same primal urges. 

His muscles flexed and strained as he tried to fight it, but with each breath, he took in more and more of my pheromones, becoming drunk with a violent, Haze–induced hunger. 

“Still want to try one of those magic tricks?” I asked, trying to steady my breathing. 

“From the looks of it, I don‘t need to,” he said with a wry smile. 

*Speak for yourself,” I shot back, wrestling with my body’s urge to throw myself against his bulging muscles and start tearing off his clothes. 

He closed the distance between us, so I could feel his breath against my face. 

I ran my fingers through his messy raven locks before wrenching his head to the side. He clenched his teeth in ecstacy. 

“I‘m sorry, did that hurt?” I asked, mockingly, 

“It was just a tickle” 

“What about this?” I said, sliding my hand down to his crotch. He bit his tongue and slammed his fist against the wall. 

“Is that all you‘ve got?” he ground out. 

I knew I had to be careful with how far I took this. The feeling of his rigid member in my hand was almost setting me off as well. It throbbed at my touch, and I imagined it sliding inside me, stretching me. 

“Are you really not going to do anything?” I asked, tightening my grip. 

You‘re not the...only stubborn one... in this relation... relationship,” he managed to eke out between breaths. 

The longer I looked at him, the more dangerous my game became. I felt myself getting wet, and the air in my lungs heated up. I could barely breathe as my clothes tightened against my body. 

But I couldn‘t harl down now If this wacanina ta 

But I couldn‘t back down now. If this was going to work, he had to be the one who waved the white 

flag 

“You okay?” asked Aiden, blowing against my neck. “You‘re looking kinda hot.” 

“I‘m perfectly fine.” I replied, my voice quivering 

“Are you sure you don‘t need a hand?” he asked, guiding his own down between my legs, cupping my sex, “Because you feel kinda hot.” 

His touch sent tremors through my body, and my thighs clenched around his hand. I was practically panting as the Haze ravaged me. 

“Don‘t flatter yourself, babe. This is normal for the first hit of the Season.” 

I needed to turn this back on him before I lost all control. I started rubbing him through his pants. 

His grip on my crotch loosened as he buckled under the stimulation. 

That‘s just my hand. Can you imagine how good my mouth would feel.” I said, licking behind his ear. I felt his hand start to slide back to my sex, but I wasn‘t going to let him fight back. I had him on the ropes; it was time for the knockout. 

In one. quick movement. I lifted his shirt and plunged my hand into his pants. There was no barrier now 

My fingers wrapped against his smooth shaft, 

gently sliding up and down its length. 

The touch of my skin against his sent us both into a frenzy. Aiden grabbed my arm, pushing me up against the wall. He brought his lips in for a kiss, but I pulled away 

He tried to put his hands on my breasts, my ass. anywhere he might gain the upper hand, but I just stroked faster and faster until I could feel he was on the edge of climaxing. 

Just a few more strokes. 

Aiden was breathing hard. lost in the pleasure of my handiwork. Any fight left in him had gone, 

and he had given over completely to his Haze. He was exactly where I wanted him. 

“That‘s close enough,” I said, pulling my hand out of his pants. 

“Was that the best you have?” asked Aiden, sweat rolling down his face. 

“Not even close, babe.” I replied. “I‘m just warming up.”