CHAPTER FORTY-THREE

[Noah’s POV]. Noah had never felt as helpless as he did at that moment. Less than an hour ago, they had the best time of their lives. The memory of her black locks sprawled across his chest, and sheets after their heated moment of passion still played in his head. He could still almost feel the soft swells of her chest pressing against his in the most exciting way. Noah could feel his wolf lying on its side, relishing the feel of his mate against him. He angled his head and stared down at her when he felt her gaze. Air was knocked out of his lungs at the sight of her eyes. Under the glow from the moon, they appeared translucent—enchanting, as if his soul would be trapped in them if he stared for too long. Her eyes twinkled when she reached upwards, running her fingers through his hair. Noah fought the urge to lean into her touch. He felt no shame being a meek, attention-seeking wolf when she was with him. He still couldn’t comprehend the fact that she was his—lying in his bed after