Aalyan
He woke tangled up with Ghian and with a smile on his lips he couldn’t seem to suppress even when he opened his eyes and flinched at the direct sunlight bathing them both. It wasn’t the s*x, though it obviously didn’t hurt. It was Ghian’s expression when Aalyan had claimed him, as if Aalyan had given him everything he’d ever wished for, everything his soul needed.
It was everything Aalyan had needed, everything he’d hoped for from his pack—that the companionship through life meant loyalty, and the loyalty tenderness and affection. He’d been told he was loved before and he’d been naïve enough to believe what he was told, but he’d never been shown the same.
Now he knew what it was, now he could name what he felt.
He wanted to give Ghian the words too, but his mate slept still, pea
