Back In His Arms

Aláine's Point of View

Kristof led me upstairs, and I have to say that I was looking forward to this. There was no other man I wanted to be with other than him. My mate. Viktor could never have measured up. Kristof was far more of a man than Viktor would have ever been.

Even before I turned and became a werewolf, I couldn't stand Viktor. No woman wants to be taken from their mate and threatened with a forced mating. It was akin to rape. Once I shifted for the first time, I felt this hideous rage and hatred towards him. It was so intense I wanted to kill him.

Now I was here with Kristof, where I wanted to be, and heading towards the bedroom. I was excited. It felt like a lifetime since I had last laid next to him. Even if nothing else happened tonight, being able to hold him and be held in his arms would suffice.