ALEXANDER'S POV
The sight before me was staggering—a moment I never thought I’d witness again. After all these years, there she was, my little wolf, alive and impossibly beautiful. Her face was flushed, her lips parted slightly, and her breathing came in shallow gasps. That familiar hand, now matured with time, was stroking between her legs in her beautiful little garden that had fitted me perfectly all those years ago. Her fingers worked in a rhythm she’d clearly perfected for her own pleasure. Her other hand teased her n*****s, sending shivers through her body, as if her skin couldn’t contain the heat she radiated.
It felt wrong to look, but I couldn’t stop. Goddess, how could anyone tear their eyes away from something so precious? Even after everything, after being told she was dead,
