Page 31 of Alfie

Marked and mated.

“Mine,” he whispered.

She turned in his arms, her eyes shining brightly with emotion. “I freaking love you, Alfie. You’re mine too.”

“I freaking love you too, sweetheart.”

He sat back on the blankets and she settled against him as they both came down from the heavens. He’d never experienced anything like that before in his life. Myla was truly a sweet and special female.

And all his.

When the afterglow had faded, and they’d both yawned numerous times, they dressed, turned off the heater, and braced to walk out into the cold night.

“You’ll stay with me tonight, right?” he asked, taking her hand and opening the maintenance shed door.

“Do you think you could give me two orgasms like that and I wouldn’t want to stay all night with you?” she asked with a laugh.

He grinned, his wolf preening like a peacock.

“So that’s a yes, I take it?”

He turned on his phone’s flashlight so they could see the ground ahead of them as they walked to the gate back into the park from the paddock. “Hell yes.”

“Looking for round two?” he asked. He opened the gate and let her out, then closed it firmly.

“At the very least,” she said. “Two, three…however many my sweet wolf has in store for me.”

“As many as you want.”

“All of them. All of you.”

“You got it.”

They made their way to the apartment at the back of the park. He wished he could take her down to his house in the wolves’ private living area, but at least he had a place to take her. It wasn’t home yet, that would come after they met with the alphas in the morning, but for now it was home for them. A place where they could fall asleep together and wake up together.

After he rocked her world a few more times.

“Thank you,” she said, as the apartment came into view.

“For what, sweetheart?”

“For sharing the truth with me. For making me feel so loved and cherished.”

“You are,” he said. “I wish I could have told you everything from the beginning, but I’m glad I was able to tell you now.”

“I liked seeing you as a wolf.” Once they were inside the apartment, she said, “So the whole full moon thing isn’t real? You can just be a wolf whenever you want?”

“We’re drawn to the full moon. We like to have ceremonies on the full moon, and we usually all get together as a pack and shift, running around in the paddock on that night. But we aren’t forced to shift because it happens to be a full moon. That’s fiction.”

“It would be tough if you couldn’t control it.”

“Definitely.”

She opened her mouth, closed it, then said, “I have a lot of questions. But I want to cash in one of those orgasms.”

“Just one?” he asked with a wolfy growl.

“To start.”