Alexander’s POV
She was a ruin. A beautiful, soaking wet, shivering ruin spread out on my sheets.
I loomed over her, my knees sinking into the mattress on either side of her hips, and for a moment, I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. All the strategies, the business deals, the pack politics…they evaporated like mist in the sun.
The only reality was Lilian.
Her hair was splayed out on the pillow like a halo of dark ink. Her lips were swollen from my mouth, and her chest was heaving, her skin flushed pink from the heat of the shower and the orgasm I had just wrung out of her.
Mine, Titus roared, pacing the cage of my ribs, scratching at the bone. Look at her. Look at the prize.
I reached down and grabbed the edge of the towel I had wrapped her in.
“I told you,” I said, my voice a ja
