Page 38 of Alpha’s Fake Marriage

IRINA

As the chaos of the night settled and the pack members attended to my mother and those who were injured in the fight, I remained by Octavio’s side, watching over him with a heart heavy with worry and love. Even as they took everyone else back into the town to keep them protected and to get them help, I remained by his side, caring mostly about his health.

A silver bullet had harmed him, but Ratty had reassured me that it wasn’t a wound that would kill him. I just needed to give him time, even if I didn’t feel very patient right now.

I gently brushed his hair from his forehead, whispering words of comfort and affection into the quiet of the room. Despite the pain etched on his features, there was a peacefulness in his slumber, a serenity that soothed the ache in my own heart.

“I love you,” I murmured, the words a fervent prayer whispered in to the stillness. “I love you more than anything.”

Though he lay unconscious, I felt his presence beside me, his spirit a reassuring presence in the darkness. With each passing moment, my love for him swelled, a beacon of light amidst the shadows that threatened to engulf us. I kept telling him that, hoping that he would hear me and finally come back to me. Hehad only been out for a while, but I missed him intensely. Life was hard without him. I couldn’t stand it.

I held his hand tightly, unwilling to let go, as if my touch alone could chase away the demons that haunted his dreams. In the quiet of the night, surrounded by the soft glow of moonlight, I poured out my heart to him, sharing my hopes, my fears, and my unwavering devotion.

As the hours passed, I felt the weight of exhaustion settle on me, my eye lids growing heavy with weariness. Yet still, I remained by his side, unwilling to leave him alone in his time of need.

As the first light of dawn began to filter through the curtains, I watched with bated breath as Octavio stirred from his slumber. My heart fluttered with relief as his eyes opened, his gaze finding mine with a warmth that chased away the lingering shadows of the night.

“Irina,” he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. “I love you. I love you too.”

Tears welled in my eyes at his words, as I realized that he had heard everything I had said to him. They were tears of joy and gratitude for the man who lay before me, battered and bruised yet still filled with an unwavering love that filled me with awe.

“I love you too,” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. “More than anything in this world. I really do hope you know that.”

He reached out to me, his hand finding mine in the dim light of the room. With trembling fingers, he traced the contours of my face, his touch a tender caress that sent shivers down my spine.

“I want to spend the rest of my life with you,” he confessed, his gaze unwavering as he spoke. “I want to build a future together, filled with love and laughter, and I want you by my sideevery step of the way. I dreamed about it, you know. Our future together, and it looks wonderful. It looks perfect.”

My heart soared at his words, my soul singing with the promise of a future filled with love and happiness. I leaned in closer to him, pressing my lips to his in a gentle kiss that spoke volumes of the love that bound us together.

“Forever and always,” I whispered against his lips, my voice filled with a certainty that echoed in the depths of my soul. “I’ll stay with you, Octavio, for as long as I live.”

And as we lay there together, entwined in each other’s arms, I knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, we would face them together, bound by a love that could weather any storm.

As Octavio’s lips met mine, a surge of warmth enveloped me, spreading through every fiber of my being like wild fire. It was a kiss filled with tenderness and passion, igniting a spark that set my heart ablaze with desire.

In that moment, all the worries and fears that had plagued my mind melted away, leaving behind only the intoxicating sensation of being in his arms. His touch was gentle yet firm, his lips moving against mine with a hunger that mirrored my own.

I lost myself in the sweetness of his kiss, my senses overwhelmed by the heady scent of his cologne and the taste of his lips. It was a moment of pure bliss, a fleeting glimpse of paradise in a world fraught with uncertainty.

As we parted, breathless and flushed with desire, I gazed into his eyes, my heart over flowing with love and gratitude. In his embrace, I felt safe and cherished, my soul singing with the joy of being loved by a man as remarkable as Octavio.

In that moment, I knew with absolute certainty that I was exactly where I belonged, wrapped in the arms of the man who had captured my heart in ways I never thought possible. And as we lingered there together, lost in the beauty of our shared love,I felt a sense of peace wash over me, knowing that with Octavio by my side, I could weather any storm that life threw our way.

“Irina,” he began, his voice soft yet filled with determination, “I want you to know that I’m serious about us. I want to make this official. Will you let me get you a real ring? Will you allow me to propose to you for real? I truly do want you to be my wife.”

His words were like music to my ears, each syllable resonating deep within me, stirring emotions I had never dared to acknowledge. It wasn’t just about the ring; it was about the promise it represented, the commitment to a future filled with love and happiness.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I nodded, unable to find the words to express the overwhelming joy that flooded my soul. In that moment, I felt cherished and adored, as if I were the most precious thing in the world to him.

As Octavio wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close in a tender embrace, I knew that this was just the beginning of our journey together. And as he whispered words of love and devotion into my ear, I knew that no matter what the future held, we would face it together, hand in hand, bound by a love that was as deep and enduring as the ocean itself.

I wrapped myself around Octavio, kissing him more passionately. I couldn’t help myself, I craved him too badly for that. He kicked the door behind him and pinned me up against the wall, kissing me back with just as much intense desire.

“Are you sure?” I whispered delicately to him. “You’re hurt, remember?”

He smirked and pulled me back to him. “I’m never too hurt for you!”

I smiled back understanding exactly what he meant, before my lips crashed to his again and we continued where we left off. He even pulled me on to the bed with him and I went willingly.

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