Hiding the Alpha's Heir novel Chapter 4

Today was the cotton harvest season here in the Rising Diamond pack.

It was a fruitful year again because we got to harvest more cotton this year. Cotton was one of the main agricultural products of the Sowinski Kingdom. We sold and distributed them to the cotton fabric manufacturers here from our local area. Sometimes, we were exporting them to the three different kingdoms called Estasia Eglaria Kingdom, Yuanzhong Kingdom, and Waevalon Kingdom.

I giggled as soon as I saw Desmond joining with the fellow men. He had a huge frown on his face seeing that he really didn't like harvesting cotton because it annoyed him when some of the strands of the cotton stuck to his clothes.

'It seems you are enjoying harvesting, cinnamon,' I mind linked him while chuckling.

Desmond looked for me in the crowds and spotted me. He playfully rolled his eyes. 'I cannot believe I have to do this every year just to impress our pack members,' he mind linked back.

'Come. I'll wipe your forehead, cinnamon.' I waved my handkerchief.

Desmond's face brightened up. He didn't hesitate to leave even though all of our men, who are not pack warriors, were still working in the fields.

The women who were with me were teasing me when their Alpha was coming in my direction. I only chuckled and met him.

He sighed in exasperation. "Do I really have to do this?" he asked as I wiped the beads of sweat forming on his forehead and neck.

I pecked his lips. "Of course. You need to show your compassion that you cared for your pack members."

His arm instantly snaked around me before he pulled me against him. "I only cared about you, seraphim," he whispered seductively, causing me to inhale sharply and grin. "But I know this makes you happy to boast and be proud of me to your fellow women so I will keep doing this for you." He growled immaculately.

I licked my lips and chuckled. "Ah, Desmond... You are really turning me on," I whispered back.

His hand dug to my side. "Then, I shall make them watch how I pound you so fast and make you scream my name. Shall we do that?"

I distanced my face and shot him a glare. "There are kids here."

He grinned. "Is that even a problem? I can tell their parents to take them away and—"

I covered his mouth. "No, no. Calm your horses, cinnamon. We are in the middle of the harvest festival right now. So, go back and fulfill your duty as a farmer." I gently tapped his cheek, smiling sheepishly.

Desmond frowned but he sighed and smiled before he kissed my lips. "Alright. Be sure that I have a reward for doing this," he said meaningfully.

"Of course." I winked. "You can do anything you want from me." That was enough of a bargain for this man to play the role of a farmer.

"Tsk, tsk. Then, shall I tie you up in the bed and make you beg me?"

"I said, anything, cinnamon." I rolled my eyes. But I felt my wolf squirm at his words.

"Spanking?" I nodded. Desmond grinned. "So, anything, huh?"

"Don't forget rough and by force. That is not what you did last night." I frowned, acting like I didn't like it.

He squinted his eyes at me. "I am being gentle because I don't want—"

"How many times do I have to tell you that I like it rough? And do not pity me. I am not weakling." I drew closer to him. "You've gone too soft to me since we married, Desmond. Where is the primal instinct of making me feel trapped in your arms, huh?"

He growled. "Don't insult me, seraphim."

I chuckled. "I am not insulting you, cinnamon. I am just telling you that you can go extreme on me. I will take them and be a good slut for you," I said seductively.

"Oh, is it?" There was a sly smile on his lips. "Then you shall receive them later," he whispered to my ear. "Thank you for the lewd invitation, Marchioness Beryl-Verlice. I shall attend to it later tonight," he whispered darkly.

"Yes, Marquis Verlice. I am looking forward to it." I bit my lower lip when Desmond gently pinched my chin.

"I love you," he said before pecking my lips one more time as he stepped back.

"I love you, too." I felt butterflies fluttering in my stomach as my wolf was feeling needy of our mate.

Desmond's face brightened up at my response. Then he happily returned to the cotton field. I could already tell that saying I love you to him was making him happy.

I could still remember that time when I finally accepted him as my mate and reciprocated my feelings for him. Desmond didn't expect that he wouldn't have to force me by that time.

We were too complicated before. I almost refused him because he was too much. What I mean too much is he was too cruel for my own good. He was so obsessive and couldn't control his jealousy. Back then when I was first arriving at this pack, we argued a lot. No one backed down and... we couldn't deny we so wanted each other.