Harper’s POV
Alpha Lucas shakes off my hands and bares his teeth as he tugs at his shirt. With one hand, he grabs the hem and yanks it upward.
While pale and sweaty, his body is sculpted. A trim yet masculine waist appears as he pulls his shirt up. I watch Lucas’s biceps flex, my breath catching in my throat at the sight of him. The muscles hidden beneath his shirt are more defined than I thought, and with those broad, strong shoulders, I can’t force myself to look away.
Honestly, it takes all my self-control not to reach out and run my fingers over his chiseled pecs and abs. Like a marble statue, he’s a perfect specimen, a body that any man would be envious of.
Then, he groans in pain, and my little bubble bursts. Right in the middle of his abdomen, off to the left side, is a wiggling purple tail. It sticks out from a hole as if it burrowed itself beneath his skin, but when I look closer, I realize it’s not just beneath his skin.
It may have already reached his nervous system.
“I nee
