Thirty

Kira

It was shocking, to say the least when the alpha first kissed me. How did we get from his initial outrage upon learning that we were mates to his current passionate, uncontrollably intense kisses?

I felt a shiver run down my spine, and an odd thrill and hunger filled my body. My rational side warned me that this was dangerous and wrong.

So wrong.

I could never be as good as D'Angelo's girlfriend. Besides her grace and beauty, she was intelligent, qualified to be with someone like Luna, and came from a good background. For me to compare myself to her or to hope that D'Angelo would leave her for me would be foolish. As my mom would say, "Only idiots can't think clearly." D'Angelo was my mate, but that's where it ended.

I kissed him back, though, and damned the consequences at that very moment. His kiss was like a drug—it was so addicting. His arms encircled me as I was filled with the taste of coffee and sugar.

He drew me up against his chest. The way he made me feel alive was in