Alpha Tristan ✓ [Republishing]

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"Where are we going, Tristan?"

He squeezed my hand as he glanced at me over his shoulder. "Wait and see, αγάπη μου. It's meant to be a surprise." He carried on leading me through the snow, but I slowed down when I noticed that the ascent was slightly steep.

The thought of slipping crossed my mind and I stared at Tristan, wondering how he was walking so fast. He was taller than me so of course, his steps would be wider, but sometimes it was like his walking pace was my running pace. Observant as always, he turned back to me and glanced down at my shoes.

"You know I did get you proper shoes, right?" a small smile adorned his face and he let go of my hand, turning around to take off his backpack. "I'll carry you, come on."

When he handed me his backpack, I fastened it around my back before placing my hands on his shoulders to hoist myself up. Wrapping my arms around him, I held on tightly as he continued walking as if I didn't weigh anything at all.

The only thing I could focus on was the strength of his scent. Being so close to him meant that he was the only thing I could smell. From the moment I allowed myself to relish in the comfort his scent gave me, it was like I would never smell anything better.

My recent realisation that I really wanted Tristan made me notice just how good he made me feel. I would be a stupid woman not to give him—and us—a truly fair chance.

Ducking my head slightly, I pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. I lingered just so I could see the smile pull at his lips, and returned the expression when he squeezed my thighs in response. "Thank you, Tristan."

He brought my legs tighter around his midriff as he extended a hand out to grab a tree branch as leverage. I almost squeezed the life out of him when he crouched down and leapt into the air. I was so unaccustomed to snowy and mountainous terrain and that naturally lead to fear.

I wouldn't let go of him and I figured my grip was bordering on painful when his fingers curled around my wrists. "I'm sorry, Kara." He apologised, coaxing my hands apart before he kissed both of them. "Don't open your eyes yet, but if it's any consolation, we're here now."

Keeping my eyes closed, I felt Tristan spin me around to rest against his chest before he placed me on the floor with strong hands at my waist. Taking a deep breath in, I noticed how the air was crisper and cleaner than it was where we started.

His hand moved to cup my cheek and he caressed under my eyes with his thumb. "Okay, open them now."

Opening my eyes, I first looked straight at him before my gaze flitted up to the darkening sky. Gasping in wonder, I stared up at the Northern Lights and was rendered speechless. The sun had set on our way up and I had never been so high up that late in the evening.

"How have I never seen this before?" I questioned, dragging my gaze from the lit sky back to him. "Tristan, it's beautiful."

He smiled tenderly at me and lightly caressed my face. "It is." He glanced up and his smile widened. "I always try and come up here at least once a week to think. I thought you'd like it too."