CH22. ♖d2 ♞b4

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The minutes blur into hours that blur into days.

Alexander is with me, always. Seeing to my heat, as I see to his own.

The wolf blood within him is weak, but I can sense it awakening slowly, his cock thickening just a little more each time he releases his cum deep inside me.

My body has strengthened, as has our bond. I can absorb most of his energy with only a little discomfort if I don't release it.

Alexander is so lost in his own heat that he doesn't hesitate at the thought of bodily contact; his fears of hurting me are now just a passing memory. So with the exception of cooking our meals, Alexander is constantly touching me and allowing me to touch him.

I know my heat is coming to an end. My body is becoming my own again, and my mind is clearing.

I'm afraid for the first time since he kissed me on the rooftop of Cruze.

I feel Alexander withdrawing. It's subtle, but I can feel the growing hesitations in his touches.

I can't go back to the way things were before.

I want this. I want Alexander. But most importantly, I want Alexander to want me.

All of me.

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The next time I wake, the bed is empty, and Alexander's side is cold. I sit up. My body is surprisingly limber apart from my core, that's still throbbing in the aftermath of our last encounter.

Alexander was a wild man last night, his heat taking him to extremes. That time, he was the one to initiate, waking me from my slumber with his cock thrust deep inside my pussy. And when he finished, he held me against his body, his arms wrapped around me tightly as if he feared I would disappear.

That was only hours ago. Where is he now?

I peer around the unfamiliar room; my mind is finally clear enough to take in my surroundings.

I'm in a bedroom with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking a lake. Tall pine trees surround the exterior, allowing for privacy but not obstructing the view of the crystal-blue water gently lapping at the property's edge.

But it's the room's decor that surprises me. Unlike the Manor, it's less formal and more inviting, and while the furniture is a little outdated, it's as if a woman decorated this space.

The bed I'm in is a king and simple in design. There are no gold fixtures or intricate wooden carvings, just a wooden headboard and a thick mattress covered with soft pastel blankets and cushions.

On either side are wooded tables with cane lampstands, and a large matching dresser is placed at the end of the room.

I glance out the windows and can see from the sun's position that it's early morning. Maybe Alexander's gone for a run?

I nimbly exit the bed and pause when I realize I'm naked. It takes me a few moments to look around the room to find something to wear, unsure of the proper etiquette, before I settle on one of a shirt of Alexander's that has been discarded and is lying on the dark oak floor.

I know if I searched hard enough, I would be able to find something more suitable, but his scent calls to me, and I pull it on.

From my brief observation, I can also see a large master bath and closet off to the room's right, but I ignore them, not feeling the need to relieve myself.

Satisfied when the shirt covers the essential bits, I leave the bedroom and enter a bright loft that seems to be a mixture between an office and a lounge area.

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