The Alpha King's Mate (1)

After being well and truly ravaged, Amira and Rhys snuggled together by the fireplace, utterly spent and naked. Rhys continued to stroke Amira’s spine while she dozed off. The Alpha King couldn’t look away from his little mate or the new mark on under her collarbone. But after spending so long in the private library, mostly claiming each other, and then staying like this, Rhys began redressing his mate.

Considering Amira was an assassin and had spectacular detection skills, she was completely conked out. It made Rhys smile. It meant she trusted him. Well, after all of this, he didn’t expect anything less.

Now redressed, still looking dishevelled, Rhys carried his mate out of the private library, ignoring Bash, who couldn’t help smirking, and took her through the hallways, sticking to the less busy corridors so as not to wake Amira or cause rumours. The rumours didn’t matter so much, but he didn’t want others to spread false gossip. Amira wasn’t one of his ex-playthings; she was his m