The Mating Night — The Alpha’s Chambers*
Ryder carried Crystal through the silent corridors, his grip firm but gentle. She lay cradled in his arms, her head resting against his chest listening to the steady beating of his heart—her Alpha, her mate.
The fire in his eyes had not dimmed since the bond sealed in the Great hall.
Inside their chambers, moonlight spilled through the open windows turning the room into a dream.
He set her down gently but his hands never left her waist.
His golden eyes met hers, fierce and raw. “You’re mine now,” he growled softly, reverent. “Completely.”
Crystal’s breath hitched as her hands slid up his chest, fingers grazing the embroidered collar of his tunic. “And you’re mine,” she whispered.
He crashed his lips against hers, slow at first, tasting her a
