101. Alpha Dex

It feels like a completely fresh start. It sounds cheesy but this is my chance to get everything right.

Waking up with Kate in my bed for example, just as it should have been months ago. It isn’t one of those awful dreams where I imagine her there, only to touch her bare shoulder and wake up with a thump. She’s here, perfectly messy, rumpled, maybe even snoring a little bit.

I nuzzle my nose into the back of her and plant soft kisses along the nape of her neck, down her spine.

Mate.

Alba is still reeling, though the pieces are all connected and the bond already secured. My mark tingles, healed but now a sensitive spot of skin, in between two twisting tattooed ropes. Under my fingers the small raised edges where her mouth took my flesh hums with sensation.

I wonder what Kate feels like as I slowly guide my fingers up and over her shoulder towards her collarbone. With the brightness of morning filtering in I can see the room is a mess. Her blue dress is scattered on the floor, trous