When I finish, I step back and look at him. He is scarred, broken, and missing his magic. But he is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.
You look like an Alpha, I project, my mental voice thick with pride.
I look like a man who is entirely dependent on his Luna to dress him, he replies, a wry amusement coloring his tone. He reaches out with his good hand, wrapping it around my waist, pulling me flush against his chest. But I wouldn't trade it for all the magic in the universe.
He leans down and kisses me. It is not a kiss of cosmic resonance or magical merging. It is a kiss of flesh and breath and human desire. It tastes of coffee and morning warmth, and it grounds me more deeply than any ley-line ever could.
Let’s go show them the new world, he murmurs against my lips.
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