Xander pov
My beast was happy for the first time in a year and a half. The wait had been horribly hard, but so worth it. I woke to her in my arms, John may have been there, but who knows why fate played a trick like this.
I studied Frankie's face closer and realized her cheeks were reddened as if she had been crying. The scowl on her face indicated a nightmare, possibly.
I ran my hand through her hair, debating why she would be crying. John's voice pulled me out of my thoughts. He spoke quiet enough she couldn't hear, loud enough that my supernatural hearing could pick it up. "Was she crying?"
"I was just asking myself that."
"Why would she cry? Isn't the mating a good thing?"
I sighed. "I can't be certain, but she hasn't been intimate with anyone in years. She may feel guilty."
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