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She toed off her boots, winked, and darted to the bedroom. “Hurry up, or I’ll start without you!”

“Hell no,” he said with a laugh, stripping as he stalked toward her in the bedroom, ready for round two.

Chapter Fourteen

Myla woke in Alfie’s arms, pleasantly sore from the many times he’d made her see stars and shout his name, and deliriously happy. It shouldn’t have surprised her how much she enjoyed waking up in his arms. She’d been wanting it since the night they met. And now she had it, and him, forever.

He nuzzled her neck with a wolfy hum and her body lit up.

“You smell good in the morning, mate,” he said, his voice rough and deep.

She rolled over and snuggled into his warmth. “You do too.”

Neither of them said anything for a little while, just stole kisses and touched each other gently, before finally hitting the shower, where the light touching and sweet kisses morphed into something far sexier.

And kept going until the hot water ran out and their skin was covered with goosebumps and they were laughing.

She dried off with a soft, fluffy towel, wishing she had a change of clothes.

“I can let you borrow one of my flannels,” he said. “But I don’t have anything else that would fit you.”

“We’re meeting the bosses, though. Would it be better if you took me home to change?”

“Don’t worry about it,” he said. “I promise they won’t care, and they know that I brought you here from work, so it’s not like you had a chance to pack a bag. And we call them alphas.”

“Right, alphas. Such a weird word for people.”

He snorted with a laugh.

She opted to put on his flannel over her clothes from the night before, because it was chilly outside, plus the shirt smelled like him and she adored that.

He sent a text to Joss to tell him they were going to be ready to meet with the alphas whenever they were gathered in the employee cafeteria, and then they went into the small apartment kitchen and made coffee while they waited for the text to join the group.

She sat at the counter in the kitchen and took a sip of coffee. “Before we meet with the alphas, let’s talk.”

“Of course. You said last night you had a lot of questions, so ask away. I’m an open book.”

She pondered the ones rolling around in her mind, then started with the biggest one. “Joss said shifters live at the park, so you can’t move in with me, can you?”

He shook his head. “No, I’m sorry, but I can’t. It’s a safety issue, plus my pack is like my extended family and we all like to be around each other. It’s a little different with you. My wolf craves being with you, especially now that you’re wearing my mark.”

She’d seen the already-healed and scarred bite mark on her neck. She liked that he had marked her with his fangs, and not just because he’d been playing her body like a fiddle and sending her senses into overdrive. It made her feel so connected to him.

There wasn’t anything she wouldn’t do to keep the secret safe. Alfie was everything to her.

“What about kids?”

“I’d love to have kids with you,” he said.

“Will they be wolves?”

“They’ll be half you and half me, but whether they can shift depends on which way their genetics lean. Some half-shifters can shift, but it seems like many can’t. One of the soulmates in the park is a half-polar bear, and she can’t shift. Her eyes change color when she’s emotional, and she has some other minor traits, but that’s it.”

“But a half-shifter might change?”

He shrugged. “I guess we’ll find out with our ten kids.”

“Ten!” She gasped, her hand knocking the coffee mug and sloshing the liquid.