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One year later
Ava clung to Kaden as he carried her across the threshold. She’d been living with him since the night she’d gotten shot in his backyard. And after they’d finally managed to convince the police that there hadn’t really been a gunshot that night, she’d given herself to him.
And almost every day since.
“What a day,” she said, brushing her lips against his jaw.
As they’d promised her father a year ago, Kaden had become the proud Alpha of the WhitePaw pack. They’d married today in a small, family-only ceremony. She couldn’t wait for the honeymoon to begin…not that they hadn’t enjoyed each other plenty during the last three hundred and sixty five days. And nights.
“Did you have enough to eat at the reception?” he asked, heading for the stairs. It was like déjà vu.
“Yes. Why?”
He kissed her and didn’t stop until they were standing in the center of the master bedroom, naked and in each other’s arms.
“Because I don’t intend to let you out of this room until morning.”