Alexander’s POV
The eastern woods were entirely silent as I carried my mate out of the shadows, the ancient pines seemingly bowing to the absolute, suffocating weight of the Alpha power radiating from my skin.
With my Wolf still pacing triumphantly just beneath the surface of my mind, practically vibrating with a dark, territorial pride that refused to settle, I reveled in the undeniable reality that I had caught her, claimed her, and permanently marked her soul as mine.
Completely unconscious in my arms, Lilian’s newly forged Nightwalker body had been entirely overwhelmed by the violent, exhausting demands of our mating. She felt incredibly small and fragile tucked against my broad, sweat-slicked chest, her dark hair tangled with damp earth, pine needles, and the lingering scent of my
