Bianca walked to the bedroom and picked up the Alpha's black shirt, which had been carelessly thrown on the floor the night before.
She removed the towel wrapped around herself and put the shirt on. Then she took off the towel she was wearing on her head to let her hair dry in the open air.
Black had watched her silently in the doorway that separated the bathroom from the bedroom. Seeing his Mate wearing his shirt and moving, right there, under his gaze, brought him a fullness he had never felt in the past.
Bianca opened the bedroom door but was stopped by the Alpha.
He placed his hands on his soul mate's hips and deeply breathed into her neck.
"Where are you going, Love?"
"To get our spare clothes left downstairs, Magnus," she replied with a soft smile.
The Alpha, however, suddenly
