Chapter 190. Is Her Wolf Really Gone?

Alexander’s POV

I gazed down at Summer as she lay sprawled across my sheets, her hair a wild tangle against my pillow.

Her breath came in shallow pants, her skin still flushed and glistening with sweat from our hours of claiming each other.

“Can’t move,” she murmured, her voice hoarse from screaming my name. She tried to shift and winced slightly. “You’ve broken me, Alexander.”

Pride surged through me at her words. After three intense rounds, she was thoroughly marked by me—inside and out.

My eyes traced the constellation of love bites adorning her neck, breasts, and inner thighs.

“You’ve had enough?” I teased, running my hand possessively down her side.