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“I’d like to try,” I admitted.

Before I'd been skittish and not at all ready to entertain the idea of us together. But now, I’d seen the pictures, read the texts in my phone that we sent each other, and heard enough from Aiden to be able to deduce that whatever we had, had been special. I blushed to the roots of my hair when I recalled a couple of pictures this new Rose had sent Aiden. Racy pictures that this Rose, a Rose who had never even had a boyfriend and hated the love handles around her abdomen, would have been mortified to send.

Aiden gave a small chuckle.

“You don’t blush that often anymore. I forgot how adorable it is when you do.”

I looked up at Aiden a little shyly.

“Alpha Aiden—”

“Aiden. Please,” he said gently.

“Aiden,” I replied warmly. I motioned for him to sit across from me on the bed. “Will you at least tell me about our first kiss?”

“I think if I did, you’d slap me,” Aiden joked, taking a step back. “I’m surprised you didn’t the first time.”

I arched an eyebrow. “What did you do?”

Suddenly, Aiden was by my side in an instant, sitting on the edge of the bed as he relayed the entire story to me and the whole time I felt like Aiden's voice was tinged with sadness, but hope. He must be hoping that maybe I’d remember something and would be willing to try and go back to how things had been before. But I didn't recall anything at all, except a flicker of memory rising at the backside of my brain. And when Aiden was done, I couldn’t help but playfully lift a hand to tap against his cheek in a mock slap.

“You really did deserve a slap.” I teased. “I can’t believe you did that.”

“My wolf was going crazy,” Aiden admitted. “I thought you were insanely hot. The most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. Still are the most beautiful.” A hand came up to lightly graze my cheek. Sparks erupted across my skin. He sighed. “I never hated you, Rose. I think I was just unnecessarily mean to you because I kept telling myself if I kept acting like you held zero interest for me, the feelings would eventually come true. And now I regret that more than ever before."

And again, the faint flickering of a memory. Fingertips against my cheek as soft lips kissed me, swallowing my professions of love. I grasped his wrist. Another reflex born from the whisperings of something I’d done before.

“Give me another first kiss,” I whispered, licking my lips in anticipation.

Aiden looked towards me like he was swallowed in surprise. “I’d love nothing better than to do that. But are you sure?” Aiden asked in a hesitant tone and his hesitation made me confused.

“Does your wolf not want me anymore?” I asked, my eyes wary.

Aiden groaned.

“I want you so much,” he replied achingly before leaning down to kiss me.

But I met him halfway. And it was like an explosion of want, of need, of love. What had started as an innocent brush of the lips erupted into something else entirely as I instinctively melded myself against him, legs going to straddle him. Aiden’s hands came to rest on my thighs, pulling me closer against him, positioning me more intimately on his lap so that I could feel exactly how much he wanted me.

And it felt so right as his tongue swirled around mine, devouring me. I gasped against him as he gently laid me down against the pillows, his arms carefully supporting my pregnant body until I hit the mattress. My nightgown was pulled up to bunch around my thighs. Aiden’s lips trailed a line across my jaw, sucking on a pulse point behind my ear that sent shivers down my spine. I hadn't even known such a spot existed on my body that could send pleasure soaring inside of me. He knew how to kiss me all right. Then his lips moved down the column of my neck, nipping and kissing slowly. My hands fisted in his hair as a familiar feeling of warmth and being safe engulfed me. This felt so right...

But the tumult of emotions was overwhelming. Aiden’s hands slipped under my nightgown to tenderly caress the small bump on my stomach.

“I…I need a minute,” I gasped out against his shoulder.

My head was pounding as glimmers of previous experiences flitted across my brain. It was like trying to grasp threadsunraveling around me. The pain in my head increased as Aiden's hands over my stomach stilled.

Aiden pulled back, looking at me closely. I let out a groan of frustration, fisting my hand and hitting the mattress.

“I…I thought I remembered something.”

“Stop pushing it,” Aiden soothed. His hands retreated from under my clothes and pulled down my nightgown. “Good night, Princess.” He grinned down at me, kissing my cheek before retreating away from me.

Aiden walked away, and I suddenly felt cold and alone.

Chapter 63

“When our community is in a state of peace, it can share that peace with neighboring communities, and so on."– Dalai Lama