Noah had once been determined to keep his pride while living away from his pursuers. He told himself he wouldn't get comfortable. He was an Alpha, and his pack relied on him, so he had no reason to stay here after completing his objective.
And yet...
He never thought that as the days, weeks, and months went by, he would come to sink into the comfort and peace that this place provided him.
'I want to stay here with Michael.' This thought was all he had these days.
His thoughts might've been influenced by the mark he put on Michael and the fact that he was a female, but he did not want to think of it that way.
Just like when Michael described his state as being intoxicated by fine wine filled with bliss, he wished to remain in that intoxicated condition for a while longer.
He understood it now. This bliss... It was too sweet to give up, that he would rather stay intoxicated for a while longer than have the sweetness leave his mouth.
