Alpha Alden ✔️

Chapter Forty Two

Word Count: 1594

~Kezziah

Alden and I stumbled to bed around midnight.

Giddy and glowing, I fall into the sheets alongside my mate, still warm inside from talking to him all night. We spoke about a million things from Pack politics to our own personal philosophies. Whatever magical force deemed us worthy to be together did a good job, considering how well we seem to get along.

If only we could continue this cycle forever, not having to worry about all the drama with Time and with Alden's sickness. Any moment it could trigger and I could lose my mate. It takes all of my willpower to shove that thought down and not consider it.

At this point, spending time with him in bed is my favourite past time. Being wrapped in his arms, feeling him against me is a feeling like no other.

I love it.

"I never thought I would ever find someone. Not with work and my sickness. But with you everything makes sense," he murmurs in my ear, brushing my hair back. Tingles spread down my neck and back. It feels good to be special to someone. Especially someone like Alden, who I didn't think was capable of many feelings. At least in the beginning.

I roll over, lying on him partially. It's nice looking into his eyes, seeing that pool of pure navy blue, a key trait that all Alpha's of the Wisdom Pack seem to have. It makes me wonder if it will pass down the bloodline with me involved.

"If I'm honest, when I first met you, I was intimidated. You were so cold and stern. I'm happy fate allowed me to get to know you," I tell him honestly, resting my palms against his chest.

Alden looks solemn. "I didn't have much to be happy about."

Hearing that made my heart sink into my stomach. It almost seems to hurt me physically that that he had been so happy. I don't blame him, however, the last thing I want is for him to be unhappy. I just want everything with Time to end. For my sake, and for his as well, as I can tell it's bothering him.

I reach up to kiss him. It's becoming an act I'm struggling to keep myself from doing at almost all times. Sure, it might be due to the fact that our bond is just beginning, but I don't want to be away from him.

There is something about the way he kisses me back. It's warm and searching, always making me crave more. And I can tell he feel that way too.

This is how I know it's right.

For some reason, this kiss seemed to be different. His hands lingered at my shirt line in an almost teasing way. The feeling of his fingertips against my skin makes me quiver to the point I can't take it anymore. I lift myself up slightly and help him pull my shirt off, tossing it to the other end of the room.

Alden's hands immediately begin exploring, leaving traces of sparks in their wake. I tug at his shirt, desperate to feel his bare skin against mine. Once he does so, I can finally feel him against me, bare breasts pressed against his chest.

It seems like a flame has been lit between us.

The pressure of his hot kisses, his hands moving up and down my waist, along my back and shoulders was enough to have me shaking, unsure of how much longer I could last having him only touch my upper half.

All shyness has vanished, as if we are surrounded by a bubble that no one can penetrate. It was me more confident than I have felt in awhile.

It didn't take long our pants to vanish. It seemed like one moment they were there, and the next they weren't, too caught up in the heat of the moment to realise anything was missing until I felt Alden's fingers against me. His lips move from my mouth, kissing with varying levels of pressure down my neck.