Twenty-Five | Keiras Scent.
POV | Ace She survived. My chest filled with warmth knowing what I had feared most didn’t come to fruition. Aliah was only a few walls away, alive and breathing. Xerxes stirred inside me, wanting to do anything but stand here and talk about our mate. “She almost killed a she-wolf” my fathers voice boomed throughout the office space. Kane and Col sat on the couch, father leaning against my desk as I paced the length of the room. We had been in here for hours, Blaez watching over Aliah while we ran over the events that took place last night. My focus wavered with each second, her scent drifting through the cracks in the wood. We needed to talk about her shift, her reaction to Keira. But each time her name flooded my mind, I thought of nothing but her hands reaching for me, needing me.
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