Page 13 of Sweet on the Alpha

Eventually, he lifts his head, his eyes shining with adoration and a hint of awe. “That was…”

“Intense,” I finish with a shaky laugh. “In the best possible way.”

He grins, dropping a kiss on the tip of my nose. “Mate bonds usually are, or so I’ve heard. Especially when you’re a devastatingly handsome alpha wolf and your mate is the most gorgeous creature to ever walk the earth.”

I roll my eyes fondly, swatting his shoulder. “Flatterer. You’re just trying to butter me up so I’ll bake you those cinnamon rolls.”

Aiden huffs a laugh, nuzzling into my neck. “Guilty as charged. But can you blame me? Your baked goods are almost as irresistible as you are.”

We lie like that for a long while, trading lazy kisses and soft touches as our heartbeats gradually slow. The apartment is filled with the scent of our lovemaking mingled with the sweet aroma of vanilla and spice from the bakery below.

“You know,” Aiden muses, tracing idle patterns on my skin, “as much as I love this—and believe me, sunshine, I do—I think I’d like to take my mate out on a proper date. Woo her a bit. Show her off.”

I grin, warmth blooming in my chest at the sweet, almost shy way he says it. “Oh yeah? And what exactly did you have in mind for this wooing, Mr. Big Bad Wolf?”

His eyes sparkle with mischief and promise. “Dinner at Luigi’s, for starters. Maybe a moonlit stroll by the lake after. And if my mate is very, very good…” He leans in, his breath hot against the shell of my ear. “Skinny dipping and round two under the stars.”

I shiver, heat already starting to pool low in my belly again. “I like the way you think, my alpha. Let’s get dressed and get this date started.”

Aiden steals one last lingering kiss before reluctantly disentangling himself from me. We clean up and get dressed, stealing heated glances and playful touches as we go. The air between us crackles with anticipation, the promise of more to come.

Hand in hand, we step out into the warm summer evening. The streets of Maplewood Grove are quiet, the soft glow of streetlights casting everything in a romantic, almost magical light.

As we stroll toward Luigi’s, I can’t help but marvel at the turn my life has taken. A month ago, I was just a small-town baker, content with my quiet, simple existence. Now, I’m the mate of an alpha wolf, bound by a love that transcends the ordinary.

It hasn’t been an easy journey. We’ve faced challenges, overcome secrets and fears. But through it all, our love has only grown stronger, more unshakable.

I glance up at Aiden, drinking in the strong, beloved lines of his profile. As if sensing my gaze, he looks down at me, his eyes soft and warm.

“Penny for your thoughts, sunshine,” he murmurs, echoing his earlier words.

I smile, leaning into his side. “Just thinking about how lucky I am. How happy you make me. I love you, Aiden Donahue. With every beat of my heart.”

He stops, turning to face me fully. His hands come up to frame my face, his thumbs brushing over my cheekbones with infinite tenderness.

“I love you, too, Grace Carter. More than I ever thought possible. You’re my everything, my reason for breathing. And I promise, I’ll spend the rest of my days making sure you know just how cherished you are.”

Tears prick my eyes at the raw sincerity in his words. I rise up on my toes, pressing my lips to his in a kiss that says everything I can’t quite put into words.

When we finally break apart, we’re both a little misty-eyed and a lot love-drunk.

Aiden takes my hand once more, bringing it to his lips for a gentle kiss. “Come on, my love. Let’s go start our happily ever after.”

And as we walk into the restaurant, ready to begin our first official date as mates, I know in my bones this is just the beginning. The start of a lifetime of love, laughter, and endless adventures.

The alpha and his mate, ready to take on the world—one moonlit stroll and bakery make-out session at a time.

Epilogue

Grace

The morning sun streams through the lace curtains of our bedroom window, painting the room in soft, golden light. I stretch languidly, my body deliciously sore in all the right places.

Beside me, Aiden stirs, his arm tightening around my waist. I snuggle back into his warmth, relishing the feel of his naked skin against mine.

“Good morning, my love,” he rumbles, his voice rough with sleep.

I smile, turning in his arms to face him. “Good morning, Mr. Donahue.”

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