I wipe my face with the back of my hand and push to my feet. Then I walk to the door and pull it open.
Magdalene stands on the other side, her face twisted in anger.
“What are you doing here?” I ask, trying to push away my grief.
Trying to ignore the pain burning in my chest.
“I heard what you said to him.” Her eyes narrow. “You said you didn’t want him to touch you again. You lied.”
I don’t speak. I can’t. There are no words for her.
“You lied,” she growls, pointing a finger in my face. “That baby is mine, Allie. You promised it to me.”
My vision starts to blur and I’m shoved out of the way as Giorgio enters the house.
“You don’t get to talk to her like that,” he snarls. “Now leave before I do something you’ll regret.”
Her head whips to him. “And you don’t get to tell me what to do, Giorgio. She promised me the baby. It’s not yours.”
His hands ball into fists. “I don’t care what she promised you. This baby is mine.”
I let out a choked sob, my heart still aching from our last goodbye.
He looks over at me and his face softens. Then he reaches out and takes my hand. “We’re done here, Magdalene. You’ll leave now.” He steps closer to her. “If you ever speak to Allie like that again, there will be consequences. Do you understand?” He growls down at her.
She swallows and then steps back. “I understand.”
“Good,” he says, taking another step forward. “Now get out of my house.”
Her eyes flick over to me and then back to him. “I wish I’d never come back. I wish I never made you pick me over her.”
He chuckles, shaking his head. “You were so jealous of her, you couldn’t see past your own rage. Now get out before I call the cops.”
She drops her head, tears filling her eyes as she turns and runs out the door.
He watches her go before turning back to me.
Then he picks me up and carries me upstairs to our room.
“Let me go,” I sob against his chest.
“I can’t,” he murmurs, lying down with me in his arms. “You’re my omega, Allie. And I love you. I need to be with you. To hold you. To touch you.”
My tears start anew as I wrap my arms around him, holding him tight.
“Are we done with our goodbyes?” I whisper.
“Yes,” he says, “we’re done.”
“Good,” I say, feeling a smile on my lips. “Because this time when you say goodbye, you’ll be the one hurt. Not me.” I feel his chuckle against my neck.
“You’re so mean,” he murmurs. “I’m beginning to think you’ll never forgive me.”
His body hardens beneath me and I feel him nudge against me.
I pull back and look up into his dark eyes, my smile widening.
“You won’t be able to hurt me ever again,” I whisper.
He frowns. “What do you mean? Are you really pregnant?” he asks. His eyes drop between my legs. “Let me see it, little pet. Let me touch you.”
I lean forward and kiss him. “You’ll find out soon enough,” I murmur. “Until then, I’m not going to let you touch me.”
I grin against his lips, feeling his hands tighten on my waist.
He pulls away and laughs. “Oh, that’s so not fair.” He reaches down and runs his finger over my clit, my breath catching.
“Not a chance,” I gasp. “You’ll have to wait until I’m ready to let you.”
He nips at my lip and I gasp, my hands curling in his dark hair.
“You know,” he murmurs, kissing down my neck. “I can make you beg for it. I can make you say please.”
I drop my head back, gasping. “Maybe so,” I sigh.
He lifts his head to look at me. “You’re a bad girl, aren’t you? You’re making me wait for it. You’re teasing me with the fact that we’re not married.”
I lift my head to look back at him, my eyes narrowed.
“If I’m not ready to marry you, you won’t get it.”
I hear a growl in his throat and then he flips me over on the bed.
“You’ll do whatever the hell I say,” he says, yanking my leggings down.
I gasp as he pulls them all the way off and then throws my legs over his shoulders.
“Whatever the hell you say?” I gasp, his tongue slipping out to lick me.
“Yes,” he growls against me. “You’ll marry me this week, or you’ll never get my knot again.”
My eyes widen in surprise as his tongue slips through my folds.
“Say yes, little omega,” he says.
“Yes,” I cry. “Yes.”
He growls against me, sucking me into his mouth. My nails dig into the sheets as I come around his tongue.
And as I fall to the bed, he pushes inside me and knots me.
He’s right, I’d do whatever he said if it meant getting his knot again. But I don’t mind marrying him again. I want him. I want to be his. I want our baby to be his.
I want to love him. And I want him to love me back.
I look up at him as he lays above me, his body pinning me down as he knots me deep inside.
He drops his head down to mine, his lips finding mine in a soft kiss.