Chapter 133
AARON
Leah looks like a go dda mn sacrificial
offering.
And it’s a miracle we made it out of that
suite without me dragging her to the
nearest horizontal surface.
She has no makeup on, at least not that I can tell. But her lips are painted bright
red.
It keeps me staring at her mou th and thinking about all the things I want to do
to it.
The whi te dress is long and almost demure. Until she moves or leans to
the side, then I get a glimpse of all that toned, tan thigh. And don’t even get me started on the top half.
Did she always look this?
My memories of Leah are vivid and I’ve known her body for years, but lately everything seems heightened. It’s like
we’ve been together in color and all of a sudden everything’s high def.
Her body is sexier, that’s for sure.
Or maybe that’s just my obsession with

her.
It’s something I need to hide better.
Because as an Alpha of my stature I
can’t afford this kind of weakness.
My wife should be a possession. A means
to an end.
The physical embodiment of the peace between our packs.
But instead I find myself wanting her, longing for her when we aren’t in bed tangling up the sheets, thinking about
her when there are a thousand other
priorities I need to address.
When the limousine pulls to the curb, I step out first and then I extend my hand
to help her out.
Her fingers are so small and smooth
compared to mine. Next to me, she looks
petite and breakable. Yet she can match
my passions.
That scene from the shower…
Holy sh it, it’s ingrained in my brain.
Every whisper of her fingers over her flesh. Each throaty little moan. The way
her nipples tightened up just because
she was staring at me.
I’m hard again.
Da mn it.
I adjust myself and guide her into the
restaurant.
“You’re really taking this first date thing
seriously,” she mutters.
I should’ve from the start. I know that
now.
TA
But I didn’t appreciate her then.
She was just a tool.
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