Chapter 20

I didn't know how many times he took me but I can definitely say, we are naked in the bed as he plunders into me. He took me from the back as I grabbed the pillow for support. I hadn't known mating would be this good or else I would have done it a long time again. And so I came again, harder than the last "no more Osborne" I begged, he nibbled on my ear and replied "until I finish Aina, hold still a bit" I let him. He turned me to face him and he caresses my bud again, his eyes still hungry and that seems to fuel my own desire too "fuck, you look beautiful Aina” he says as he entered me again and I gasps as he moved slowly, voice husky he whispered "I could do this every damn day and not get tired, do you understand me?” I nodded, he was moving now, too fast that I almost lost it "Yes, right there” I cried out, my insides were hot, and wanting, and he moved eagerly in me as if he couldn't get enough, his pace grew too fast and immediately I knew he was almost there, with a cry he came and I did too as we both shook letting the pleasure take control. I sank into a deep sleep, my body completely spent from our lovemaking. Whatever had happened at the party no longer mattered; the only thing I could feel was the lingering warmth of Osborne’s touch as I drifted away. When I finally woke, soft light spilled through the curtains, painting the room in gold. My eyes opened slowly, heavy from exhaustion, and I sat up on the bed. The air around me was thick with Osborne’s scent, wrapping around me like a reminder. At first, I didn’t understand why it felt so overwhelming—until a dull ache in my lower belly made me freeze. Then it hit me. The memories came rushing back all at once—the heat, the way he had looked at me, the things we had done. My hand flew to my mouth as I gasped, my cheeks burning hot. I scrambled out of bed, I saw my dress laying on the floor but it was a mess. I caught sight of myself in the mirror and almost didn’t recognize the reflection staring back. My hair was tangled and wild, my lipstick long gone, my skin flushed and glowing. There were marks everywhere—light scratches, soft bruises, and deep hickeys that told their own story. I felt my heart pound. This side of me was new… bold… and a little frightening. Part of me wanted to hide, yet another part couldn’t stop replaying the night in my mind. I rushed into the bathroom, needing the shower desperately. The scent of sex clung to my skin, heady and impossible to ignore. When I was done I was left with nothing to wear, my stomach grumbles, seriously what time is it? It felt like I hadn't eaten for a whole day. I quickly went to his closet and took what I could find, I wouldn't want to walk round the house naked. I wore one of his polo shirts, and it fitted my curves. But by the way, where is Osborne? I wonder where he could be. Owen I still couldn’t wrap my head around it—sitting here, face to face with the woman I had once held in my arms, and the woman whom I claimed… and beside my mate, the son she bore. Osborne sat quietly, while we discussed his future. If I was to be told that my son will claim the daughter of the one I loved, I would have said there was no way, but here we are now. She had come asking for her daughter, her son in tow. My wife, ever the composed one, spoke before I could. “I don’t think it would be wise for Aina to return,” she said pleasantly, a calm smile on her lips. “After all, she is my son’s mate now.” Aria’s lips curved faintly, her tone as sharp as I remembered. “Well, if that’s the case, don’t you think it’s time for them to hold their mating ceremony? I have no intention of letting my daughter remain unmarried.” The audacity. The familiarity. It almost made me laugh. She hadn’t changed one bit. goddess help me, but I still found something disarmingly fascinating about this bad-mouthed woman. Even when we were young, everyone seemed to dislike her, yet she wore her defiance like armor. With Aria, it had always been simple—cross her, and you’d regret it. “My son will do what’s necessary,” I replied, holding her gaze steady. “That I can guarantee.” Her eyes searched mine, and a sly smile pulled at her mouth. “Well, well, well… who would have guessed your son would fall for my daughter like this?” I started to respond, then stopped. My wife’s gaze shifted to me, sharp and questioning, silently demanding an explanation for how I knew this woman so well. I gave her a small nod—acknowledging the question without actually having any intentions of answering it. Because deep down, I knew the truth. And I wasn’t about to tell her that the woman sitting across from us—calm, fierce, and unapologetically herself—had once been my lover before fate tied me to the woman now at my side. “So where is she?" Aria asks, the question was directed at my son “she's resting" he gave her a brief reply and she nodded her head in understanding “well, I did come here to check up on her and not take her back, because I heard she lost herself and went into heat", she says clicking her tongue. Osborne cleared his throat, he is my son and I know when he is uncomfortable about a topic and at the same time blushing, looking at him now I remembered myself when I was younger, this same woman right here had made me lose my cool and it is so ironic that her daughter too had the same effect on my son. It couldn't be coincidence, it might be the goddess' wish, paying her for the heartbreak I did cause her.