Alaric's eyes gleamed with something dark. Yes, they were mates. She was his, only his. The thought excited him and as for the reason why, he didn't know and was probably too deeply immersed to think of anyhting apart from her. He just felt a desperate need to have her.
He scrutinised the small being in his arms, utterly captivated. She was fragile and so delicate that he almost feared he could break her with the slightest wrong move. And yet, she held an invisible power over him. A power that neither logic nor reason could explain.
This tiny wolf, this woman had managed to stir something deep within him. He had lived through centuries, witnessed the rise and fall of kingdoms, but never had he experienced a desire so consuming. Whether it was the mate bond or something else entirely, he didn't care. The only thing that mattered was keeping her by his side.
