Page 51 of Possessive Alpha

Sleep is pulling me under and I’m not fighting it as Ty kisses my brow. “Good. I don’t intend to stop.”

CHAPTER 15

Ihadn’t planned on staying the whole night with Ty. My intention had been to make sure he was okay and then leave to return to my bed before Clara realized I was missing.

But I stayed.

When I’m with him, there’s nowhere else I want to be.

So when I wake to his soft, sweet kisses, I lean into them, winding my arms around him as he rolls me onto my back and slips inside me.

I don’t know how long we stay in his bed, kissing, touching, and holding each other. Ty looks at me as if he can’t believe I’m with him. And as I skim my fingers along his side or stroke his stubbled jaw, I struggle to believe he’s here with me.

I fall asleep, waking to the scent of something delicious. When something bumps my bottom lip, I open my mouth and let him feed me cold meat, juicy melon, and sweet strawberries in bed.

I recall Ty was supposed to be taking prospective new enforcers out this morning. I can only assume that isn’t happening, since he’s here with me.

It doesn’t take us long to decimate the food he brought up for us to share. The coffee and orange juice disappear just as quickly, and the empty dishes sit on his bedside table, ready for us to take them down.

I’ve been actively avoiding thinking about Clara. She must know by now I’m with Ty, but I’m not ready to let go of this morning with him yet. “Ty?”

He kisses the top of my head and wraps me tighter in his arms. “Sweetheart?”

“Doesn’t it bother you to not be in charge?”

It’s something I’ve been thinking about a lot. Ty, as alpha, and apparently leader of a pack before, never hesitates to help Jackson with whatever thing he’s doing. The second in charge is always a beta, since they are more used to taking orders from alphas.

But it seems like Jackson is making Ty his second-in-command.

“Being a leader is not all it’s cracked up to be. It doesn’t leave you with a lot of time for much else.”

He’s probably right about that. Jackson and Regan work a lot. Sure, they make time for each other during the day, but they work more.

Ty trails a finger up and down my spine as I consider my next question. “Ty?”

“Sweetheart?”

I tuck my palm under my cheek as I study the light peeking in through the gap between his navy drapes. “What did you imagine your mate would look like?”

I’m almost positive he’s smiling when he hums. “Hmmm, I imagined her to be about five-three. Gorgeous deep brown hair, bangs she likes to hide her?—”

I lift my head to find I was right. He’s grinning.

“You’re not being serious.”

His fingers brush my hair from my face. “I’m being perfectly serious. Now what was I saying about my mate liking to hide her beautiful indigo-blue eyes from me when I spent years dreaming of them?”

My mate is a romantic, and I think I love it. “You hadn’t gotten to that part yet.”

“I hadn’t?” He arches a brow. “Well, then I’d better get to it.”

If Jackson hadn’t knocked on his door, wanting to speak to him about work on the cabins, I would have stayed in his bed for the rest of the day. Maybe even beyond that. But I take the brief interruption as a sign it’s time to end our morning in his bed.

Back in our room, Clara is nowhere to be seen.

I breathe out a sigh of relief. Snagging a towel and a change of clothes, I shower, brush my teeth, and get ready for the day, far later than I have before.

After dressing, I make up my bed and go check on the garden.

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