Second Chances

Chapter 8: Late Night talk

Damien:

Ember, my Ember is pregnant. I can’t believe the news. I never thought this would happen. After losing my son, my mate, and my mother, I never thought that I would have had the chance of having another family. A few weeks ago when I met Ember, I thought she was enough. She would be the light of my life in the darkness of this world. We would spend our days together, making love and growing old together. But now we are going to have a child. We are going to have a family. At first, I was too shocked to even react to the news. Yes, I knew we had mated. I had put my seed inside of her, but the moon goddess would never give me such a blessing. Or so I thought. The truth of the matter is that the moon goddess saw fit to bless us soon after meeting one another. Most werewolves aren’t so lucky. It can take years to make a pup. But my Ember, my sweet mate, is now carrying my pup. Our future looks brighter than I ever thought possible.

Ember and I lay naked in the sheets, our bodies intertwined. We haven’t touched each other in the way we normally do. We had not taken to our sheets and draw pleasure from one another. Embers are far too tired for such activities. No, she needs my warmth, my embrace, much more than my c**k right now. As much as I wish to give her pleasure and reward her for the gift she has given me, she needs this. She needs to be held by me. Ember and I have yet to fall asleep. I cuddled her against my chest while she runs her fingers through the thick hair on my chest. I can tell she is still thinking about everything.

We had one met a few weeks ago, but already our mate bond is stronger than the one I had with my first mate. We never really loved one another in this way. From the moment I met Ember, my entire world became about protecting and loving her. I never want her to want for anything. I never want to be apart from her. Every moment of every day, I think about her and her only. It wasn’t like that with Ann. We cared for each other for sure, but I was never that deeply in love with just the thought of her. Her death hurt, but not in the way being away from Ember did. I can’t understand why we were even mates‌. Ann wanted nothing to do with our mate bond. Not like Ember, who accepted me whole heartily.

Ann, I had a son after she spent years trying to avoid giving me a child. One missed pill and one heat later, our son was made. Ann didn’t love the boy, not like I did. She would never spend time with him. She wouldn’t never feed him, she would never hold him. I spent most of my raising the boy when I was working on pack duties. Then the rouges came, and the one day I wasn’t watching him, I lost them both. My mother died as well. I should have protected them better. I should have been there. After the battle was over and they found their bodies, the witness said Ann didn’t even try to save our son. She only begged for her life. They found my mother holding him in her arms. They ripped her apart trying to get to my son. I will not let that happen again. I will protect Ember and our child. They will never be out of my sight.

“Damien,” Ember’s voice called out in the darkness, as she reached for my face, wiping away the tears in my eyes. I didn’t even know I was crying just now, thinking about my boy.

“Are you thinking about Haden?” Ember questioned. I had told about my boy one night when she woke me from a nightmare. A nightmare about that day. She knew I could ease my pain through bond and I found no reason to hide this from her. As my mate, she comforted me. She was my weakness and my strength.

“I was thinking about everything,” I said in a low voice, cracking a little as I spoke, remembering the way I sobbed explaining everything to her for the first time. She saw no weakness in my tears then.

“What do you mean? Aren’t you happy to have another child?” Ember questioned. I knew she was worried I wouldn't be happy with the news. I had only lost Haden a few months ago. She knew I went rogue after his death and went on a rampage, killing every single rogue I found.

“I don’t know if I can protect the both of you,” I said, not knowing the words I was even saying. Ember ran her fingers across my face, caressed my cheek before running her hand along my mouth. I reached for her hand, kissing it before intertwining my fingers with hers.

“I couldn’t protect my son. My mate or my mother. They all died because I was weak,” I stated, tightening my grip on her hand. “I wouldn't make the same mistake. I won’t lose you too.”

“Damien, we live in the safest place in the world. I’m the one of the most powerful witches in this forest. No one will ever hurt me. No will ever hurt our child,” Ember stated, smiling slightly.

“If anyone dares raise a finger to our child, or to you, I will turn them inside out and curse their souls to the deepest parts of hell,” Ember stated, her voice growing louder. She wasn't lying. I could always sense the power inside of her from the moment she found me. I knew she wasn’t like Ann. She wasn’t weak. Ember was a powerful witch and an even stronger woman. She was a force of nature. She would love and protect our child. Ember wouldn’t let our child die, she won’t let herself die. Part of me wishes that I never met Ann, but I don’t regret the time I had with my son, however long. I will never regret having my son, and I will honor his memory.

“I believe you, you aren’t Ann. You will be a wonderful mother, like you are a wonderful mate,” I stated, leaning into her soft lips and kissing them. She smiled, tightening her hold over me.

“I never thought of myself as a mother. I mean, I knew about mates, but I never thought of finding mine or having a child. Now it’s all I want in this world. To have a family with you,” Ember stated, still running her fingers through my chest hair. My c**k hardens against her thigh after hearing her talk about having a family. My wolf knows she already has a pup inside of her, but we can’t resist the thought of mating with her. Looking at Ember, I see her cheeks turning the same color they always do when she sees my c**k. We wonder how many pups she will allow inside her. My wolf has no limit on the number of children he wants to give our mate, and neither do I.

“How many pups do you want?” I question, not knowing what to expect.

“Um, don’t freak out, promise,” Ember states, looking away from my face. My inner wolf chuckles, always embarrassed.

“No matter how many times we put our c**k into her, she is still embarrassed. Every time she thinks about s*x, she hides her face,” my wolf laughs.

He wasn’t wrong, but it was so cute knowing I could embarrass her so easily.

“I promise, princess, now tell me. How many pups do you want in that belly?” I question, reaching for her chin and making her look at me. She looks shocked, as if I had said something dirty. I could have said something filthy if I wanted to. But I chose my words differently.

“Well, um, we are gonna live for a really long time here. Even if we leave, our life spans are still gonna be really long. I… I don’t have a number in mind… but I want a big family. Can.. can we.. um keep having kids till we decide it enough?” Ember muttered, trying to look away. I held her eyes to mine, smiling as my wolf howled in my head.

“I will make you pregnant as many times as you want,” I said, smiling before kissing her. She leaned into the kisses and deepened it before rolling her over. Now that I was on top, I used my free hand to spread her. Before she could, I buried my c**k inside her thrust into her wetness..

“Damien!” she moaned as pressed into her.

“Let's practice for our next pup,”