Chapter 10: The Next Morning

Aláine's Point of View

It was morning time all too soon, as I slowly opened my eyes and stretched. I was drained, bordering on exhausted, when I sat in the kitchen holding my first cup of coffee for the day.

Every last detail I could remember from last night has been running through my mind, not to mention some highly erotic moments involving Kristof.

They hadn't actually happened, but I wished they had. Damn, he was sexy, and there was no doubt that I was attracted to him. Who wouldn't be?

So what did happen last night? Everything seemed surreal. This incredibly sexy, attractive specimen of manhood had walked into my life and said we were destined to be mated forever.

To top it off, this was all determined by some obscure Moon Goddess. I was not a religious person whatsoever. Typically, my warning bells would be going off majorly, but for some strange reason, they weren't.

Still sitting at the kitchen table, now nursing a lukewarm cup of coffee, I found my mind focusing back on Kristof. When I first saw him across the crowded floor at the nightclub, it was as if no one else existed at that time or space.

Obviously, he'd been surrounded by people, many of whom had been quite attractive women, but he'd ignored them all. His eyes had been solely fixed on mine. That made me feel a little better because I didn't like the feelings of jealousy stirring in me. That wasn't like me at all.

Although Kristof had been totally clothed in a well-tailored suit, he was tall and broad-shouldered. Something about a man in a suit made him all the more irresistible. To top it off, there was no fat on him as far as I could see, so I wondered if he worked out at a gym and how muscled he would be.

When he had grabbed me to stop me from falling, I had gotten a sense of how strong he was, but had also felt how hard his chest was when I had accidentally touched him.

This train of thought was not helping me make sense of it all. I needed to concentrate on all the information from last night. So werewolves exist, but not like Hollywood. They follow the Moon Goddess. My estranged cousin, Tyra was also a werewolf and had mated with Cassandra. Cool, LGBT werewolves were a thing. Zara was hooking up with Noah, who was also a werewolf and Cassandra's elder brother.

Finally, there was Kristof, who was their Alpha which meant their leader. If I believed everything, then I would mate with Kristof and become a werewolf myself.

It was a lot to take in, and for the second time this morning, I was using the term surreal. It totally was. More importantly, I wanted to kiss Kristof. I think his lips would be soft despite his evident strength.

Forget "train" of thought, more like "Roomba" of thought. Aargh! I need to go and take Axel for a run before I get too horny thinking about Kristof.

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