Izzy’s body is still trembling. She can still feel the pain coursing through her body, but it’s being drowned by the intense pleasure that still lingers.
The man beside her is breathing just as heavily, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He reaches out to brush a strand of hair away from her face.
They gaze into each other’s eyes and they both know that after all this is over, they will still seek each other out. Then it will repeat to moments of desperation and passion, and they would be unable to resist the pull between them. It’s a toxic cycle that they can’t seem to break free from—one that both hurts and satisfies them in equal measure.
“I should punish you,” he whispers, breaking the silence that has settled between them. “As the next alpha, I should know how to keep my mate in line.”
She takes a hold of his hand and presses a kiss on it. “I love you,” she says, hoping that her love will be enough to soften his anger. “I will always love you.”
He looks down at her with a mixt
