Alexander sank into a chair with a sigh. It had been torture walking away from his mate while she slept. All he wanted to do was curl up beside her and breathe in her soothing scent until it filled his lungs. He had come to his study on the pretense of work, but now he sat sipping chartreuse.
“You doing okay?” Nathan asked, poking his head inside.
“This is harder than I thought it would be,” Alexander sighed. “Every inch of me itches to hold her. I just want to lay with her and breathe her in until her scent works its way into every pore.”
“I know this is difficult…”
“Don’t,” Alexander snapped. “Don’t start with that because you don’t. When you found your mate, you didn’t even go an hour before you marked him.”
Nathan frowned. He struggled to keep his voice even as he said, “Yeah, an
