Busted in Bra

Thea’s POV

“Sebastian?” My voice went up about eight octaves. “What are you doing here?”

I felt my cheeks burning. Being caught by my ex-husband just as I was about to enter a sex toy shop had to be one of the most fucking embarrassing moments of my life.

His gaze shifted over my shoulder to the obviously-not-for-public-discussion items in the store window, and the corner of his mouth curved upward. “I was about to ask you the same question.”

Despite the panic racing through me, I tried to keep my composure. “It’s none of your business.”

“A pregnant she-wolf standing in front of a sex toy shop isn’t exactly a common sight,” he said, raising an eyebrow, his eyes holding a teasing quality I’d never seen before.

“I’m here to buy maternity clothes and some baby stuff,” I lied, taking a deep breath and turning to leave.

What irritated me even more was that instead of having the decency to walk away, he followed me.

“I didn’t know you were the type to use those things,” his voice came from behind me.

That comment completely ignited my fury. I stopped abruptly and spun around to face him.

“Who the fuck do you think you are to judge my life? First of all, you have no idea what type of person I am. You never tried to find out. Mainly because you thought I was beneath you, that being wolfless made me somehow less. Second, what’s wrong with using vibrators and dildos to satisfy myself? How I deal with my physical needs isn’t for you to judge. I have every fucking right to decide how I get my pleasure!”

I saw his eyes narrow dangerously, anger flashing within them. But I didn’t care. Without giving him a chance to speak, I turned again and walked away.

“Thea…”

“Don’t follow me!” I quickened my pace, hoping to shake off the large Alpha striding behind me.

“There’s a maternity store over there,” he suddenly said, his voice surprisingly calm.

I stopped, looking in the direction he was pointing. There was indeed a maternity store. Damn it, I knew I’d just lied, but I did actually need to buy some suitable maternity clothes since my belly was starting to show more prominently.

Before I could respond, Sebastian was already walking toward the store. I hesitated for a moment, then reluctantly followed him. At the entrance, though, I held out my arm to stop him.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“Accompanying you to pick out clothes,” he said as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

“I don’t need you. Leo is your son, and I completely respect that. But this pup,” I pointed to my belly, “has nothing to do with you. You have no obligation or right to be involved.”

He didn’t back down. Instead, he stepped forward, closing the distance between us until I could feel the heat and Alpha aura radiating from him.

“Whether you believe it or not, I genuinely want to help. It’s not safe for you to be shopping alone while pregnant.”

His gaze made me uneasy. It was no longer cold and distant, but held a warmth, something I didn’t dare try to interpret.

“Can I help you with anything?” A store clerk’s voice broke the tension between us.

“We’re looking for maternity clothes,” Sebastian answered. “My wife needs some comfortable garments.”

What the fuck? Wife? His audacity left me speechless. We were divorced, and he dared call me that? Who did he think he was?

“Of course! We just received a new collection, and I’m sure your wife will love it. Please, follow me,” the clerk said enthusiastically.

Before I could protest, Sebastian had gently placed his arm around my shoulders, guiding me to follow the clerk. His movement was smooth and natural, as if he had every right to touch me like that.

As soon as the clerk walked away, I shook off his hand, glaring at him with fury. “What the hell was that about?”

“What was what?” he asked lazily, looking at me.

“Don’t play dumb! Why did you call me your wife? Did you forget we’re divorced? Or are you currently dating Aurora?” I hissed.

“These are our styles,” the clerk interrupted, walking toward us with a pile of clothes.

She always seemed to interrupt just when I was about to unleash my anger. Unable to say anything, I could only follow the clerk to look at the clothes, suppressing my rage.

“Go try them on,” Sebastian said, seemingly completely unaffected by my anger toward him.

Grabbing a dress, I stomped toward the changing room. If he thought I was going to model for him, he was dead wrong. I couldn’t care less what he thought.

Taking off my clothes, I slipped into the dress. The moment I saw myself in the mirror, all my anger disappeared. I looked incredibly elegant and beautiful. The dress did something magical for my figure and my growing baby bump. It fit perfectly, as if it had been made for me. After admiring it for a moment, I immediately called for the clerk to hand me the next item.

Irritatingly, Sebastian’s taste was impeccable. Every piece of clothing he had the clerk show me fit well and was elegant yet comfortable.

Just as I was about to try on a pair of jeans, the door opened. His scent immediately alerted me that it wasn’t any store employee in the room with me. I froze, my gaze meeting his through the mirror. He was holding a white top, and I was standing there in just my bra and panties.

“Fuck, Sebastian!” I turned to face him, whispering harshly while trying to cover my hips and breasts that were nearly spilling out of my bra.

This reminded me that I also needed maternity bras.

He didn’t say anything. His eyes slowly roamed over my body. It almost felt like a gentle caress, making me uncomfortable.

I grabbed a long skirt, using it as some sort of shield to cover my half-naked body.

He dropped the top and started walking toward me as if hypnotized.

Before I had a chance to do anything, he had me trapped between his body and the mirror. My breathing quickened, and I started to panic. I never imagined finding myself in such a situation with Sebastian.

“You…you can’t come in here,” I tried to keep my voice steady but failed. Looking at him, I couldn’t help but remember moments when we had been intimate. But those were fake, weren’t they?

He scanned every inch of my body as if mesmerized, almost burning me with his gaze. Pregnancy had made obvious changes to my body, and his reaction shocked me.

“You’re more beautiful than before,” he whispered, his voice so husky it didn’t sound like him. He raised his hand, his fingertips lightly touching my neck, collarbone, then trailing down along my curves.

I should have pushed him away. This was wrong. But my body betrayed me, trembling under his touch. His scent surrounded me, making me dizzy.

“They’re bigger than I remember,” he said, his voice rough and breathless as his hand hovered near my cleavage, making my knees weak.