The Alpha’s Country House
Ruslan was sitting in the living room.
In the morning, Polina had changed into sportswear and gone out for a run. At last, the doctor had allowed her to return to her usual physical activity. She had been tormenting the man with it all week—without even realising it herself.
The worst part was yoga.
When his mate, almost naked, arched her body and slowly bent forward. Short shorts revealed her rounded backside. The Alpha watched the muscles tighten along her stomach. Watched her chest rise and fall heavily, pressed tight into a short athletic top.
"Good morning, Alpha," — Sergey greeted him.
"Morning, Sergey," — Ruslan replied automatically.
"What’s with the mood? Luna looks lively and cheerful. Already on her seventh lap. If I remember right, she used to r
