The Dark Thrall Mating Olivia

Chapter

Twelve

The fates had been cruel with my first mate, giving me someone who didn't want me besides in his bed for a night. I just hoped this time it was different.

Killian's teeth grew sharp and my lungs burned from lack of oxygen. He nipped at my lower lip, his hand moving down my hip. Pulling my body tighter against his, I could feel the hard press of his arousal against my lower belly.

I wanted him to take me, to claim me more than I had ever wanted anything in my life. Hay broke the kiss, resting his forehead against mine and I sucked in a breath. Tasting his addictive scent on my tongue. His eyes met mine and he let out a low growl.

"You are mine, little wolf."

The alarm on my phone blared to life, pulling me out of what I was sure was about to be one of the sexiest dreams that I had ever had. I scrambled, reaching under my pillow. Pulling my phone out and angrily swiped my thumb over the screen.

It was like I had been splashed with cold water, reality hit me hard. I was in bed by myself. There was no one that wanted me. Needed me the way that I needed them.

I knew that it was just my subconscious, playing out my need for a mate. That's all that it was. I was lonely and the last time I had been touched like that had been the night that Everly was conceived.

I hated that loneliness. It was enough to make me feel like I was drowning.

I wished that I could hit the snooze button and see if the dream picked up where it left off. It was

a false hope and I knew that even if it did, I would feel more alone than I already did.

Dropping my face into my pillow, I let out a long breath before stretching out. I knew that I

needed to get up. I couldn't spend all day in bed wallowing in self-pity.

Everly was stirring and she needed me. I wished that I could give her more, that I could be more. It just wasn't in our fate.

Pushing myself onto my hands and knees, I crawled over to the side of the bed. Everly was opening her eyes, her head moving against the crib mattress as she searched for me.

"Good morning, sweet girl." I cooed, picking her up. "Did you have happy dreams?"

She gurgled at me and I couldn't help but smile as I grabbed a diaper and the package of wipes. Taking her over to my bed, I laid her down, unsnapping her onesie and making quick work of changing her diaper.

When I was done, I leaned over her stomach, blowing a raspberry over her stomach before kissing her until she let out a soft baby laugh. Her belly shook as her hands gripped at my hair. I snapped her onesie back up before looking into her large brown eyes.

They were the only feature that we shared. There were days where it was hard, seeing her father's lips. His curling hair, but then she would look up at me and I'd see something in her eyes that was all me.

I picked her up, cuddling her against my chest and she pulled at the neckline of my top. Ready for her morning feed. I sat down on the bed, pulling my shirt down and letting her latch on. I looked out the window as she nursed. The sunlight streamed in and I tried not to think about how different things could be if I had a mate and Everly had a father who had stuck around. Someone that I could share all of the milestones with, someone who would share the joys of parenthood with me. There was so much that her father was missing out on and it was slowly making me hate him.

It was something that I would never tell anyone, something that I would never tell Everly. But I hated him for rejecting me. For missing out on being here for our daughter.

I closed my eyes, sucking in a deep breath as she finished nursing. When she was done, I tucked

my breasts back into my top. Shifting her up so that her chin rested on my shoulder, I patted her back as I stood. Walking to the kitchen, I pressed the button on the coffeemaker.

"How about some eggs this morning?" I asked, knowing that she was more likely to end up wearing them than eating them. "Or oatmeal?"

Moving over to the high chair, I strapped her in. Handing her a toy car that Gloria had brought over for her. It was bulky, but soft and bright yellow. Turning away, I walked over to the cabinet, pulling out the container of oatmeal.

I made our breakfast, squishing up a few blueberries into Everly's oatmeal before blowing the steam away. When it was cool, I sat it on the tray of her highchair, handing her a spoon.

She looked up at me, banging the spoon on the tray and babbling away. I smiled, running my fingers through her hair, "That's some good music you're making."

I turned away, fixing myself a cup of coffee and grabbing my own breakfast before joining Everly and listening to the happy music she was making.

Mornings like this with her made it all hurt less.

***

After breakfast, I cleaned up our dishes and Everly. I spread a blanket out in the living room,

laying her down on her stomach so I could get some laundry done. I dragged our hamper out of the bedroom and into the living room.

Humming softly as I went about sorting our things, when I lifted my jeans, a scrap of paper fell out of the back pocket. Fluttering down to the floor, I picked it up and unfolded it. Looking at Jay's hastily written number.