Page 83 of Alpha Wolf's Sold Bride
“Oh, thank God,” I gasp, collapsing on top of her. “I honestly don’t know how well I’d be able to perform after twelve hours straight in the hot sun.”
“You did great,” she giggles. “The kids had an awesome time.”
“Hmm, good. I tried my best.”
“And I thank you for it.”
I roll over to lay beside her, and she takes my hand as we both look up into the darkening sky.
“How was your day?” I ask.
“Really good,” she says. “The town is coming along great with the improvements, and the other packs have been accepted by almost everyone. No one is going hungry anymore.”
“That’s wonderful,” I say, meaning it. I roll over to put my arms around her, burying my face in her long, sweetly scented hair.
“I thought you were too tired to fool around,” she laughs.
“I am,” I mumble. “Stay still and let me use you as a pillow.”
I feel her arms go around me, and the cool breeze brushes by again, making the long grass whisper. Far away, I can hear laughter, as well as lively music, as the party shoots into second gear.
“Shawn?”
“Yes, my love?”
“Thank you.”
“Hmm? Oh. Well, you told me you wanted me to take the cotton candy stall, so I—”
“No,” she laughs. “That’s not what I meant. I meant…thank you for coming here, and freeing us. You can’t imagine the hell we lived in before, and we never even had anything to fear.”
“Sara,” I say, stroking her face and looking into her eyes. “It’s me who should be thanking you.”
“Why? What have I done?”
I smile, kissing her gently.
“I came here to find purpose, but I didn’t believe in happiness. Not really. You showed me just how wonderful life can be, and that this place is more than just my duty—it’s my home.”
Sara strokes my cheek, tears shimmering in her eyes. “And you showed me what it means to be safe,” she says. “I never knew true safety until I felt your arms.”
We come together in another kiss, and the love between us needs no words. I wrap my arms around her, letting myself sink into the blissful contentment only she can give me.
“I thought we weren’t going to fool around,” I tease, smiling through the kiss.
“I never made that promise,” she giggles.
Sara kisses me, and her touch, mingled with the cool breeze and the happy sounds of the fair below us, soothes me into a state of perfect bliss. A feeling that is promised for not just now, but every day of our future together.
A promise that lasts forever.
*****
THE END
