Alban's P.O.V.
"C'mon Richie, it won't be that bad," I cooed into my mate’s ear, sidling up behind him and slipping my arms around his bare waist. I kissed tenderly at the spot on his neck that I would one day get to mark and took in his delicious scent. "I know you're scared, but I'll be right there with you." Richie was a blessing that I fully intended to cherish and adore until my dying day. And knowing that he felt any sort of pain cut me deeply in a way that was so profoundly new to me. Unknown but exhilarating.
He trembled under my touch, and I let my teeth graze softly over the crook of his neck. I felt him sigh and loosen the tension in his shoulders as he nuzzled back into me with a whine. "What if he's there?" My mate asked. We were planning a trip down to his former pack to p
