The next morning, I woke up sore and aching between my thighs. Every movement reminded me of what happened last night, the passionate intimacy between Gabriel and me. I looked to the side; Gabriel was still asleep, his face softer, far from the Alpha's usual stern and intimidating expression.
Carefully, I stepped down from the bed, trying not to wake him. Every step reminded me of the previous night's intensity. I walked to the bathroom, turned on the light, and stood facing the large mirror above the sink.
The face I saw in the mirror was still mine, but something was different. My eyes seemed brighter, my skin seemed to glow with a light that wasn't there before. I opened my pajamas, examining every inch of my body, looking for signs of change. The marks of Gabriel's kisses and gentle
