The Alpha and his Awaited Mate
Xander
We make a quick stop at a gas station. The engine is idling, but the world outside the car has completely vanished. All that exists is the raw, beautiful wreckage of the man sitting next to me.
I don’t even think about it. I unbuckle my seatbelt and reach across the center console, my hands trembling as I cup Alex’s face. His skin is still damp from his tears, and he feels so incredibly human—no longer the untouchable Sergeant, just my mate, bleeding his heart out for me.