Valerie – POV
My p***y was still on fire after that crazy banging with Alpha Alaric. If surviving that man didn’t qualify me as a damn national treasure, I didn’t know what would. My thighs ached, my back had scratch marks, and my soul? Slightly corrupted—in the best way.
I stretched, slow and smug, savoring the aftermath of our chaos. His scent still clung to my skin like expensive perfume—dominant, dark, addictive. I padded to the mirror, hips swaying naturally, unapologetically, and took a moment to admire the masterpiece staring back at me.
My body was glowing—literally. Skin flushed, lips plump from kissing, hair tangled like a s*x goddess risen from satin sheets. I looked wrecked in the most flattering way.
“Damn, I look like I just got claimed… even though he didn’t mark me,” I
