#51 The Revelation

I lay still for a moment, my heart still pounding after that intense sex. I loved every bit of it. Dane’s arm sprawled over me as he slid beside me, panting and gasping for air.

"That was fucking good, Sylvie." He moaned, his eyes heavy with possession, his breathing uneven. But before I could tell something, he was already on his toes, reaching for his clothes.

I followed his suit, gulping down my emotions once again. I would have liked for us to cuddle like lovers for once. But he was always in a rush.

As I slipped my dress back on, I glanced at him. He was going through something over his phone, sipping the coffee he made. This man held so much power, yet carried it like a burden. He never fully believed it yet that he was now the alpha of the prestigious Whitemoon pack. He was always suspicious, always wary, always on his toes. He was never at rest, always expecting a challenge. I wondered if the position was worth it.

“You said it was urgent,” Dane broke th