Page 19 of Mate to the Alpha Of All Alphas

Ismena rolled her eyes and proceeded to put on lotion onher body.

"Don't forget to drink the potion I dropped on top of your table. It'll help your arm!" Eline called out again before the sound of the door opening and closing was heard.

In the silence that followed, Ismena finished applying lotion and used the portion as Eline instructed. She was almost done when she heard the door opening again.

"Let me guess, this time around you forgot your throwing knives?" She called from her bedroom, knowing its Eline again. She'd never seen a young woman with a more forgetful memory than Eline before. Sometimes, it's just too funny.

Silence met her question.

Baffled, she wrapped the towel tighter around her chest before she opened her bedroom door and glanced at the sitting room.

Wolfaraine stood at the center of the living room. Their eyes met and held.

Ismena's breath hitched at the dominating presence of him. Dressed in an expensive-looking black and gold long robe that screamed regal in all sense of the word, with his unusually colored silver-gold straight hair resting fluidly behind his back, Ismena almost swallowed her tongue at how elegantly handsome he looked.

Holy-Donny-Donna. No one, I repeat, no one shouldeverhave to look this good. No one. Ismena thought, swallowing visibly. Just the sight of him made her weak in the knees.

It's been four days since their night together but it felt like four years in her head and just yesterday to her poor vagina he introduced the fires of hell to, in his bed.

Not that that part of her anatomy cared so much that it hasn't fully recovered from his possession, poor thing was tripping at the very sight of him. She can feel herself at the beginning stages of getting wet and her nipples are starting to rise from sleep behind the towel she clutched on tightly. Double damn.

Finally, he opened his mouth and... "Ismena."

That deep voice was NOT helping the situation at all. "A-Alpha K-King." She breathed out.

Wolfaraine was no better, having to find himself and his wolf at the very sight of her again. Just like four nights ago, she was in towels again. Those wide brown eyes were practically devouring him. She licked her oxbow mouth.

Shit. He had the urge to take those lips with his own mouth and lick them thoroughly for her.

"I came to check up on you. You left before I could come back from the meeting." He was grateful this tone was able to hide his overwhelming hunger for the curvy, beautiful, small woman in front of him.

"Yes, I left." Ismena parroted. Then, she caught herself, feeling like a fool for being so distracted from his presence. "Marian helped me run a great bath before I came back here."

"How do you feel? I..." He averted his eyes, "I want to apologize for that night. I was so..." Insatiable? Demanding? Rough? He was unable to say any of them.

Ismena saved him, "There's nothing to apologize for, Wolfaraine. I..." Her cheeks warmed over, "I...enjoyed our time together. And I'm fine. Really."

He nodded once, relieved. "And your heart?"

"Never better. I feel great." The smile dimmed, suddenly replaced by concern. "What about your wounds? I can't forget how—"

"They healed." He stated, looking down at his legs covered by his robe, "You made them heal fast."

Ismena remembered Eline telling her about how she's helping Alphose heal faster by feeding sex to his body and his animal. Her face turned redder.

"Oh... Can I see?" She needed to be sure that he's healing. She can't forget how badly they were bleeding...how ghastly the wounds were.

At his nod, she pushed forward and lowered herself until she was hunched over. Then, she raised his robes a bit and gasped.

They weren't healing. The wounds have healed completely. There was no mark, no scar, nothing to indicate that he was wounded badly four days ago. "Wow..."

"I am not human, Ismena."

He needn't remind her because everything about him reminds her ofthatfact every single moment she spends with him. Straightening to her full height—which isn't much—she glanced up at him, "I'm glad you are healed."

She was standing too close. His nose flared at the earthy scent of her. She smelled of soap, her and arousal. The wolf growled in pleasure inside him and the man balled his hands into fists trying to control his awakening hunger.

He stepped back. "Would you like to accompany me for a walk?" He grated out, the words out of his mouth before he gave it a thought.

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