She flipped over to face him; he was awake, and his eyes were a beautiful green. Althea raised her hand and gently stroked his cheek, which was as soft as a toddler's bum.

"Thank you for everything, Anthony," she says, leaning in to kiss his cheek, but he moves a little and kisses her instead. Her face flushes, but thankfully the room was dark.

Anthony pulls away, but she remains close. "Can I mark you, Thea?" he asks, his voice shaking with fear of rejection.

Her eyes widen, did he want to mark her? "But Anthony, you have a mate out there," she says, her wolf nodding in agreement. She...