The Substitute Bride Is Reborn and Loves Her Husband No more - Chapter 18

Chapter 18: Crazy Bastard

The moment was lively and beautiful. She was in the moment, feeling his touch, lost in it. She missed it dearly.

His fingers thrust faster, and she was almost coming. “I think I’m close… mhph,” she moaned, keeping her voice quiet, still not forgetting the child that was sleeping in the room. Everything felt like a torture and heaven at the same time.

She never imagined that she would be so shameless, doing the deed with her child’s father while he was asleep in the room.

“Come for me,” Rolan smirked and whispered, his fingers moving faster as he knew that she was going to come very soon. Just a little bit, and she would.

Rolan, she called, her legs clenching around his shoulders, she had cummed, and finally, she wanted to moan.

“Mommy,” Rose closed her mouth with her hand, hearing the call from the door. Her heart raced. ‘Oh dear Tobi, he had woken up at this time, at this hour. Her child shouldn’t get to see such a shameful position that his mother was in.’

Rolan hissed slowly, swiftly removing his fingers from her pussy. He growled in his mind, “That kid had come at such a wrong time.”

“Mommy,” he called her mommy. His eyes narrowed, looking at her, but her eyes were focused on the door, looking to see if the kid was coming.

“Rolan, you need to hide.” Rose pushed Rolan away, getting up from the position, and she was now sitting on the tub.

“Now why should I hide? That kid should understand that you got someone. Why should I leave? Let him come in.” Rolan’s words made her eyes widen; she hadn’t expected to hear this coming from him.

“This crazy bastard,” she cursed in her heart, gritting her teeth.

“He’s a child, Rolan. I don’t want to be answering the question of why this uncle was in the toilet with me. Why the uncle shouldn’t be in the toilet with me.”

She had held his shoulder, saying all the words, her eyes looking at him, full of seriousness, showing her fright.

“I would love to see you explaining yourself to the kid,” Rolan smirked and spoke his words just like the bastard Rose thinks he is. “I would love it if you told the kid that his mummy was just horny and wanted to come fuck with his handsome uncle in the toilet.”

‘Paaa,’ the sound echoed in the toilet. Rose slapped him, making him shut his mouth up.

“You are really shameless. Go hide. I don’t have time for this.”

Rolan held his cheek looking at her. There was no frown in his eyes, but he was smiling instead. She was feisty, be like that. He agreed that he was being a jerk for one, that kid has a wolf. He wasn’t sure that the kid wasn’t spoiled. Werewolves were smart. The kid’s wolf might have taught him some dirty things or too. Tsk, he hissed, getting off the bathtub and going to the space where it is used for brushing. There was a curtain between it, and he hid there.

Rose sighed with relief, seeing his actions. Finally, he had listened to her for once.

Wanting to get up to open the door and see why her baby boy had woken up, she looked down on her dress and saw that it was ripped. “That crazy bastard,” she gnashed her teeth and cursed. He was a beast; he had ripped up her nightdress. What was she going to do?

Gritting her teeth, Rose walked to the door where Rolan was hiding. She opened the curtain, catching him holding a dirty smirk.

“Give me your shirt. I can’t go out like this,” she said, stretching her hands forward.

“You want to be covered in my scent?” he chuckled between answering. Then, moving slowly to unbutton his shirt, “Here it is, take it,” he threw the shirt to her, and she caught it, huffing before putting it on, buttoning it, and walking outside to meet Tobi.

With a click, she opened the door. Tobi was standing there with his short form, looking at her with a frown.

“Where did you go, Mommy?” he said, his voice sounding fierce in cute annoyance.

“Ha, Mommy just wanted to use the bathroom, honey. It’s nothing else,” she smiled, walking to carry him.

“Now why have you woken up? It’s too early,” she asked, focusing on his tiny face.

“I had a nightmare. Mummy wasn’t there,” Tobi hugged her, sobbing softly.

“Mummy is sorry.”

“Mummy smells like someone else,” Tobi said, sniffing her neck. His mummy did not smell like mummy, but like some uncle.

Why does he not like this scent? His mummy was not like milk.

“Mummy, you smell like Uncle. I don’t like it.”

Rose was shocked hearing Tobi’s words. Werewolves and their sense of smell—they like making claims over everything. Has Tobi also learned such a thing? He was too young. Werewolves… she sighed in her heart. Meanwhile, Rolan in the bathroom heard all of the conversation between Rose and the little boy. The boy was calling her Mummy consistently, and she was accepting it without complaining.

“Mummy, I don’t like Uncle’s scent on you.” Rolan growled when he heard the kid’s words. That little bastard—Rose was his mate. He had every right to keep his scent on her. What relationship did he have with her for him to say such a thing?

The kid was really getting on his nerves.

The kid made him feel like he was stealing something that belonged to him.

Where did Rose find such a little bastard?

“Dear, come on, sleep.” Rose placed Tobi on the bed, tapping his belly softly. She should put him to sleep and go wash herself.

“Will Mommy go? Won’t Mummy stay?” Tobi asked, bringing his small head to look at her.

Rose continued tapping Toby on his belly, trying to soothe him, making him want to go to sleep.

“Mommy, will you stay here with me?” Toby asked, his voice sounding sad.