<b>Chapter </b>63


    The confidence in his voice both reassured and intrigued me, but each time I pressed for details, he skillfully changed the subject.


    As we approached the city limits, traffic slowed to a crawl. Alexander checked his watch and frowned.” We’re still early, but this dy is unexpected.”


    “Construction,” I noted, pointing to the signs ahead.


    He nodded, then nced at me with a mischievous glint in his eye. “This means we have some time to


    kill.”


    Before I could respond, his handnded on my knee, his touch warm even through my jeans.


    “Alexander,” I whispered, ncing nervously at the privacy partition between us and the driver.“What are <b>you </b>doing?”


    “Helping you rx.” His fingers slowly crept upward, tracing tantalizing patterns along my inner thigh.”


    You’re too tense, Summer.”


    My breath caught as his fingers reached the seam of my jeans, applying just enough pressure to make me squirm. “Alexander… we’re in traffic.”


    “The partition is soundproof,” he murmured against my ear, as if reading my thoughts. “And the windows


    are tinted. No one can see us.”


    Then his fingers deftly unbuttoned my jeans, slipping beneath the waistband with practiced ease. “Still want me to stop?” he asked, voice husky with desire.


    I bit my lip, heat pooling low in my belly as his fingertips brushed against the cotton of my panties. “Don’t


    <b>you </b>dare.<b>” </b>


    His chuckle was dark and satisfied as he pushed the fabric aside, finding me already wet for him. “So


    responsive,” he praised, circling my clit with deliberate slowness. “Always so ready for me.”


    I gripped the door handle, my head falling back against the seat as pleasure built rapidly under his skilled touch. Two fingers slipped inside me, curling to find that perfect spot while his thumb continued its assault on my sensitive bundle of nerves.


    “That’s it,” he encouraged, his voice dropping to thatmanding Alpha tone that made my inner walls clench around his fingers<b>. </b>“Let go for me, little wolf. I want to feel youe.”


    Thebination of his words, his touch, and the forbidden nature of our location pushed me rapidly toward the edge. My breathing became ragged, my hips rising to meet his hand as the tension built to an


    almost unbearable level.


    <b>“</b>Alexander,” I gasped, feeling my release approaching like a tidal wave. “I’m going to-”


    “Do it,” hemanded. “Come for your Alpha.”


    The orgasm crashed through me with unexpected intensity, making me cry out as waves of pleasure radiated from my core. Alexander continued his movements, drawing out everyst tremor until I was


    boneless and breathless beside him.


    As I slowly returned to reality, I realized the traffic had begun moving again. Alexander withdrew his


    hand with obvious reluctance, bringing his fingers to his lips and licking them clean while maintaining eye contact in a way that made me want to climb into hisp right there.


    “Delicious,” he murmured. “Though not as satisfying as tasting you properly.<b>” </b>


    I flushed, hastily rebuttoning my jeans as we elerated toward our destination. “You’re incorrigible.”


    “Only with you.” His smile was predatory. “And don’t think I’m done with you today.”


    Without warning, he leaned in, capturing my lips in a kiss that stole what little breath I had left. His mouth was demanding, possessive, iming me with an intensity that made my toes curl in my shoes. I


    melted against him, my hands finding their way into his hair, holding him close as our tongues danced


    together.


    And then I heard it–a soft, feminine voice that wasn’t my own conscious thoughts.


    [Mate.]


    The word echoed through my mind with crystal rity, causing me to gasp and pull away from


    Alexander’s kiss.


    “Summer? What’s wrong?” Alexander’s expression shifted from desire to concern in an instant.


    “I–I heard her,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “Aurora. My wolf. She spoke to me.”


    Alexander’s eyes widened, a sh of something–hope? excitement?-crossing his features before he carefully schooled his expression. “What did she say<b>?</b><b>” </b>


    I hesitated, not quite ready to share the exact word that had resonated through my consciousness.” “I’m


    not sure… I didn’t catch the whole word.“”


    Alexander studied me for a moment, then reached out gently, brushing a strand of hair from my face.


    “That’s a good sign. It means she’s waking up.” His voice was low, thoughtful. “Maybe she’s still gathering strength. Maybe one day soon, you’ll be able to talk to her–really talk.”


    There was something in his eyes–a knowledge he wasn’t sharing–but before I could question him further, the SUV slowed, turning into the impressive circr drive of the Council headquarters.


    “We’re here,” he said, his voice returning to its usual authoritative tone. “Ready to face them?”


    I nodded, trying to focus on the hearing ahead, even as my mind raced with questions about what had just happened. Why had Aurora chosen this moment to speak after years of silence? And why had her first word been “mate“?