ELOWENI woke to golden afternoon light streaming through the windows.For a long moment, I just lay there, taking stock. My body ached — a deep, satisfying soreness that reminded me of everything we'd done the night before. Every muscle felt used. Every inch of skin felt claimed.But...I shifted experimentally, expecting the sharp protest of overworked muscles. Expecting to feel broken, wrecked, barely able to move after being taken six times by a werewolf Alpha in front of three hundred witnesses.Instead, I felt... fine. Stiff, yes. Sore, definitely. But fine.That couldn't be right.Beside me, Fao was still asleep. He lay on his stomach, one arm thrown over my waist, his face half-buried in the pillow. In sleep, he looked younger. Softer. The hard lines of his jaw relaxed, his lips slightly parted, his red-gold hair a mess against the white sheets.My mate. My Alpha. My husband, apparently, if his "Mrs. de Grandmesnil" comment was anything to go by.I smiled and reached out to br
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