Alpha Tristan ✓ [Republishing]

Dekaenia [ 19 ]

"Tristan, tell me you're feeling what I'm feeling." I whispered into his shoulder, hugging him tighter.

He sighed into my neck and hummed affirmatively. "I feel it, αγάπη. I don't want you to leave either." His voice was muffled, but I still heard him crystal clearly. Taking most of his weight off me, he lifted his head to gaze down at me. His lips brushed against his mark on my neck and I had to hold back a sigh. "Marking you is the best thing I've ever done. I love how you respond to me."

My face warmed in embarrassment and I tucked my head into his neck. He chuckled against my ear and squeezed my hips tenderly. The joy bloomed in his chest and I could feel it as if it was my own happiness. He was now an open book when it came to emotions because his mark ensured that I felt whatever he felt and vice versa.

The feeling alone was enough to make me grin. "I can tell. I'm happy too—it feels right." Leaning back against the pillow, I stared up at him. "I want to go see it."

Nodding, Tristan lifted himself off me and held out his hand. Sliding my palm against his, he pulled me off the bed and led the way towards the bathroom. Turning towards the mirror, I gasped as I saw the two puncture marks where my neck met my shoulder. It had a certain shine to it and when I pressed my fingertips to it, I felt his power surge through me.

I shuddered. The mark symbolised our connection and not only could I feel his power within me, his scent mixed with mine. We were connected in a way we weren't before and that made me smile. Standing behind me, he wrapped an arm around my waist and rested his chin on my head.

"It's beautiful isn't it?" he asked, bringing up his other hand to touch it. My knees weakened and I leaned heavily against him as my eyes closed. The best thing about the mark had to be that when touched by the marker, the mate would feel whatever sensation they felt when being marked.

Most mates would mark each other when mating for the first time to heighten the emotion and really strengthen the bond between them. I, however, was content with the moment we had shared.

It made me want to stick to him like glue. I knew that leaving him would be more painful now because of the attachment formed, but I didn't want to leave without making substantial progress with him and proving to him that I wasn't the same woman he had met all those weeks ago.

It also meant that everybody would know that he was my mate. For the first time ever, pride filled me at the thought. It was only then I realised how lucky I had been to have him as my mate. He was kind, handsome and had a heart too pure for the dangers he had faced.

Reaching back to cup his face, I tilted my head upwards slightly to bring his lips to mine. I kissed him slowly before smiling against his mouth. "It is beautiful. So beautiful."