Chapter 12: WELCOME TO THE NORTH
In the dimly lit carriage, Zenith watched Dawn's sleeping face. She was just as he remembered, if not better.
She had this long black hair like a raven and small lips that tasted very sweet. Her cheeks, her skin, her beautiful black eyes, her pointed nose, everything was the same as how she looked in his memories.
Zenith traced her cheek and then ran his fingers through her hair. He felt her silky hair between his fingers and he longed for this feeling. He couldn't help but brush his nose against hers, breathing in her scent and felt the peace spread into his whole being.
She was his salvation, but he was her blight.
Zenith kissed her lips again. He wanted to devour her whole and make her his. A ceremony would be held once they arrived in the pack.
The next morning, Dawn was awake because it was too warm. She was sweating a little bit right now and when she moved her body, she felt these strong arms tighten around her. She frowned and opened her eyes to find Zenith was actually hugging her, he slept peacefully and being this close with him made her blush.
She lifted her head and watched his sleeping face. This alpha was actually less scary and intimidating when he was sleeping and she stood with her opinion; he was too handsome to be called a monster from the north.
What a pity he had a bad reputation among the people.
In the end, Dawn spent a few more moments appreciating the beauty before her eyes, until she felt Zenith stir awake. Immediately, she pretended to be asleep.