Aria's POV
Love was power. I deduced this much over the next few months, feeling my body strengthen each and every day at his side. Every morning was spent becoming acquainted with the members of his pack to which I taught them how to communicate with me and they shared techniques used for healing in the meantime. All the while, I could feel his eyes follow me through every lesson, to where his hands were not far behind.
It only took the first twenty-four hours in his company to understand that those steel eyes of his had emotions all their own. And this one that narrowed over that coming smirk was one that meant my thighs would be parted, reintroduced with his passion, and left sore with the proof of his desire for me. Even if I ached in majority, it was never accompanied with regret.
