118 The Lake (1)

Dawn woke up the next morning with stiff muscles and even a much stiffer neck. He had claimed her, marked her. She brushed her finger on it and a smile spread on her lips. She turned over and found him peacefully sleeping beside her like a baby. His hair was all mussed up and falling on his forehead. Warmth filled her heart and cruised through every pore of her body when she remembered how she kindled beneath his touch, how they made love together. She touched his heart with her palm and felt how hers pounded in tandem with his. It was wonderful. 

Her Alpha.

Her husband.