*Lena*
Xander planted a rough, hungry kiss on my lips and any shyness or apprehension vanished in an instant.
“I missed you," he said into my neck as I continued to clutch him against me, my fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt.
“How long have you been in Mirage?" I asked when I finally pulled away to look up at him. He was clean-shaven and dressed in casual trousers and a button-down shirt, with a white undershirt beneath. He looked more like a random resident of Mirage than an Alpha King, but I was more than okay with that. I reached up involuntarily and ran my fingers through his black curls, which were brushed back away from his face. He'd gotten a haircut since the last time I saw him. He looked.... Well, he looked so much healthier, and happier, since we'd parted ways af
