Present time, Xavier had finally won his mate over and he was taking her to bed:
Amy held Xavier's hand as she walked up the stairs, he was walking two steps behind her with a loving gaze, the woman who held his happiness. Her small waist and petite hips had him salivate, she had such a lean frame but he knew her to be strong and fierce. Unlike werewolves, she packed a whole lot of bad*ss in a very deceptive frame. He had only shared one night with her, but he knew those elegant shapes could be deadly. Xavier was looking forward to taking his mate to his bed, to make her his and mark her. Xavier wanted Amy to be his forever and the prospect was in sight, so close.
Amy stopped at the top of the stairs and took in the sight, “so all these rooms along this hallway are guest rooms?”
Xavier
