Valerie
I had not thought at all about the mating season. Not in terms of the Alpha. I had been alert regarding other werewolves, but I suppose I had always set Alpha Xavier in a different category than the others.
I had never considered that perhaps…he couldn’t control himself, either.
It was not something I would have worried about, even if I had considered it. After all, I had settled on the bold assumption that this was the only way to save Ava—by seeing him directly. By asking for his help.
I thought of the wolves I’d seen in the meeting room, their body moving against one another. The vigor of the male werewolf’s hips, the roughness of his hands. Of the sounds of their breath and the glaze of ecstasy written on their faces.
I imagined Alpha Xavier moving that way. I imagined him
