CH29. ♖xa5 ♟b4

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It's blue. Not red. The image of Ciara's large red diamond enters my mind. Alexander studies me and must be able to read something in my expression because he also looks at the ring, and some of the confidence that he naturally exudes dims.

"You don't like it?" His voice is just above a whisper, tentative and unsure.

"No," my words catch as I fumble to find the right ones. "It's beautiful. I, I just, why give it to me?"

Understanding shines in his eyes, and his lips curve in a soft smile, "It never felt right to give it to anyone else." At that moment, I'm relieved that neither one of us mentions Ciara, even if it's clear that's who we're referring to.

Shifting slightly, Alexander removes the ring from the satin lining and repockets the case before taking my left hand in his.

I'm captivated by the deep blue stone, surrounded by a dozen clear diamonds, and feel my body shaking. My emotions are swirling uncontrollably beneath the surface at what this might mean.

"But I know she'd have wanted you to have it." Alexander caresses my hand, his energy pulsing over my skin, "I want you to have it."  I raise my head and look at him. Sincerity etched into chiseled features, and his eyes hold a level of vulnerability I've never seen on Alexander.

"I know our beginning was not that of a fairy tale, and I certainly was never your prince charming." Alexander shakes his head, and I watch as his lips quirk. I know we're both recalling the words he spoke to me at the Office.

Something lodges in my throat, and my heart swells for my bonded as I get lost in his face. The wind blowing from the sea below tussles his dark hair, causing several strands to come free and curl. "But Isla, my beautiful little wolf. мой красивый маленький волк."

My belly does a little flip when he speaks to me in both English and Russian, and It's then that I feel dampness on my cheeks. I'm crying. The tears are silent but happy as they trail down my face.

Electric blue eyes encased in midnight lashes crinkle at the edges, and he gives me a roguish smile. "I've always thought I play a better villain. And If that's my role in our story, let me be yours." I hold my hand steady, and Alexander takes that as his cue to slide his mother's ring onto my finger.

"And only yours." He finishes when the ring is in position. The fit is perfect.

I don't respond in words. Knowing nothing I could say would be able to express even a fraction of the feeling I have inside me, about ready to burst. So rather than babble something I know would be illegible, I respond through the bond and pull him down into a kiss.

The moment our lips touch, the air becomes electric, and I feel Alexander's tense body relax into mine.

My mouth parts, and Alexander takes control, his tongue seeking mine as he kisses me with ferocity and unbanded desire that matches my own.

I can't tell who initiates the next move, but I feel my body sinking back into the grass beside the angel, and Alexander's muscular body is on top of me.

"You are mine," He murmers, removing his mouth and trailing sensual kisses down my neck, sucking on my pulse point. I arch my back when he gently bites at my mating gland, and his hands begin to undo the top button of my pants.

"And you are mine," I pant, cementing my ownership over my bonded as excitement and arousal fill me. "I will no longer remain in the background or allow you to touch another."

"Never again," Alexander agrees, his fingers delve into the fabric of my trousers and reach my panties. "This cunt belongs to me."

"Ah," I groan when he pulls the fabric to the side and runs a strong finger through my soaked folds.

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