Xavier's pov
“Sorry,” Emily muttered, wrinkling her nose at the red mark that was now showing off on my right shoulder. "I didn't want to ..."
"Don't worry," I comforted her, hugging her and inhaling the scent of her shampoo from her still wet hair. We'd just taken a shower - a very hot shower, in every sense of the word - and it was ever since we'd stepped out that she kept apologizing for marking me. “I expected you to. You're an Alpha, not just any she-wolf. And if I have to be honest,” I added, kissing her forehead. "I don't mind".
Her face parted in confusion, and I felt my heart shrink to jelly: how could she always be so damn lovely?
"What do you mean?"
“I mean that I have a formidable and amazing mate, and now I have a mark that proves it. So... I do mind, but posit
