Free Web NovelChapter 254: Chapter 254 Going to Paris
Christina’s POV
Normal engaged couples do what? Kiss, cuddle, book fancy dinners, and tell everyone they know about their engagement.
Hudson, though? His idea of celebrating was having sex with me nonstop in every corner of his mansion. I’d lost count of how many times we’d done it—bathroom, balcony, pool, kitchen—in positions I didn’t even know existed. Each time ended with me passing out from orgasms, only to wake up to him kissing all over me again.
The man was insatiable.
I finally shoved him off me with what little strength I had left. "Hudson, do you even know what restraint means?"
He just smiled and leaned in to kiss me again. "We’re fated mates, Christina. Of course we’re more compatible in bed."
"That doesn’t excuse your behavior," I grumbled, rolling out of bed with muscles screaming from overuse.
Hudson swung his long legs off the bed and stood, pulling me against his chest. "Engaged couples are supposed to have sex."
"Not this much."
"We’re making up for lost time."
He carried me to the closet, and if I’d had the energy, I would’ve rolled my eyes.
He dressed me since my limbs had apparently forgotten how to function then brought me to the shower, his hands wandering to places they shouldn’t.
"Seriously," I groaned, exhausted and annoyed. "You need help. Maybe see a doctor about your sex addiction."
Hudson kissed the back of my neck before pulling away, lathering soap in his hands to wash my back.
He was ridiculously energetic, more energetic than I’d ever seen him. Hudson had always been alert; running the largest wolf pack in the North and a massive company required serious energy. But his sexual appetite was off the charts, like a kid hopped up on sugar, chugging Fanta, and promised a trip to Disney World.
When he finished dressing me, he kissed my cheek.
"I love you," he whispered.
My lips parted slightly.
My throat tightened.
The words wouldn’t come out.
I saw the hopeful look in his eyes. I knew exactly what he wanted.
But nothing came out.
So I kissed him instead.
He straightened, slipping into his cold, proud Alpha demeanor. "Let’s go downstairs for lunch."
Anyone watching would think he seemed unfazed.
But guilt gnawed at me, like I’d disappointed him somehow.
Maybe that’s why I didn’t object when he suggested June 6th for our wedding less than three months away.
Before that, though, I was headed to France.
Fabrizio’s offer had been too good to refuse.
Hudson said he supported me, and in some ways, he did, at least on the surface. freewebnøvel.coɱ
But he looked at me like I might disappear, fly somewhere beyond his reach, leaving him powerless to pull me back.
If not for the endless to-do list of our wedding, he probably would’ve sent out all the invitations to every pack before dinner.
"Why do you look so distracted?" Hudson’s voice pulled me from my thoughts as he set a plate of food in front of me.
I shook my head. "Just thinking about France."
"Three days," he sighed, sitting across from me. "I wish I could come with you."
"You said you’d visit once work settles down," I reminded him.
Akira stirred within me. "He’s worried you’ll change your mind about the wedding."
"That’s ridiculous," I thought back. "Why would I?"
"Because you can’t even say ’I love you’ yet," she pointed out.
I shut her out and focused on Hudson. "I’ll be back before you know it."
"It’s not the same," he muttered, stabbing at his steak.
Three days later, I was packed and ready for France.
Hudson had planned to join me, but work had buried him.
He promised he’d come as soon as he could escape, whenever that might be.
The morning of my flight, he insisted on driving me to the airport himself.
We pulled up to the curb, and I reached for the door handle, but he caught my wrist. "What’s the rush? You’ve got plenty of time."
He was stalling. Obviously.
If Hudson had his way, I’d miss my flight, spend another two days tangled in his sheets, and he’d act surprised when I "accidentally" extended my stay.
He leaned over to kiss me again.
Stockpiling greetings and goodbyes for the next ten days.
When he finally let go, I could barely breathe.
I pushed against his chest, gasping. "Stop it, for Moon Goddess’s sake. Let me go or I’ll miss my damn flight."
"It’s still early."
"No, it’s not." I waved my phone in front of his face. "Look, boarding starts in less than thirty minutes."
He didn’t budge. "The gate is only minutes away."
"Still cutting it close."
Hudson had been unusually clingy lately.
He never sulked or complained; that wasn’t his style.
But recently, he’d drag out breakfast, stick to me at night even when we ran out of condoms, and steal glances when he thought I wasn’t looking.
I understood now what a real proposal meant to him.
Our fake marriage had been a business transaction, a contract.
But this was real, the kind of trust where you put your life in someone else’s hands. I’d truly be his Luna, taking on pack responsibilities, bearing heirs, raising cubs.
I couldn’t help wondering if the pressure of being Luna had made me book that flight to Paris.
I pulled away, hopped out of the car, and went to retrieve my suitcase from the trunk.
Hudson snatched it from my hands and walked me through the sliding doors, fingers laced with mine.
"You could take my private jet. Then you wouldn’t have to leave so early."
"We’ve been through this. I can’t show up in a private jet with a personal chauffeur at my new office. I haven’t even met the team yet. What would they think?"
"How long will you be gone?" he asked, ignoring my point.
"No set date," I said. "Fabrizio’s been communicating with me via phone and email. He wants me at headquarters. When I come home depends on what issues we resolve and how quickly I finish the new designs."
"Keep your distance from him when you’re there. I’ll visit when I can."
I gave him an amused glance. "Afraid I’ll run off with some handsome Frenchman?"
"Terrified," Hudson answered, not even pretending to joke. "I need to keep an eye on you."
"Relax," I scoffed. "Fabrizio only cares about business. We’re just colleagues."
His grip on my hand tightened. "He’s single and male. Of course I’m concerned."
"Don’t you trust me?" I countered.
"Just be careful in France. Don’t go too wild. Call me every day..."
"I know, I know," I cut him off, rolling my eyes. "You sound like a dad sending his kid to school for the first time."
"You should let me hire you an assistant," Hudson said, frowning.
"I’m a big girl, Hudson. I don’t need a babysitter. I’m working with a jewelry designer, not planning a hostile takeover."
"Now that you mention it..." Hudson paused thoughtfully.
