There is a secret that only the most powerful of men are allowed to know, something- or rather, someone an Alpha Werewolf doesn't want to share, but has no problem showing off.

Magnus knows he's being selfish, keeping his angel all to himself, isolating her from the world and forbidding anyone from even looking at her twice. But she's such a precious little thing, white wings spread out behind her, golden curls on her head and lithe body perched so beautifully on his lap as she parts her lovely, lush lips and urges him to feed her faster.

Sweet, innocent thing.