Cecelia
The day of Aiden’s Alpha ceremony will be embedded in my brain for the rest of my life. It was as though not only his title was restored, but his soul as well. He looked so handsome, so confident and strong, and yet he remained the same humble man that I loved.
The ravages of grief had taken their toll on his body, but in the past few months, he had made a truly miraculous recovery. The bony hollows had filled in with taut muscles and he didn’t even break a sweat as he carried me up the stairs, straight to his bedroom, and laid me in the center of his bed. He crawled over me so that his knees were straddling my body. My hands played over his thighs, squeezing his quads before coming up to his slim hips.
“Alpha Aiden,” I purred and reached for the hook of his suit trousers.
“Lun
