The Effect of his Touch

OLIVIA

I woke up to the gentle caress of morning sunlight dancing on my eyelids, wheedling me from the embrace of slumber.

The delicate warmth seeps through the curtains, adorning the room in a golden glow. Stretching myself under the blanket, I sat up on the bed.

Time slipped by quickly, and it had already been six months since the incident with Claire and eight months since I moved into Alpha Damon’s tower.

It’s still a surprise to me that Alpha Damon indeed killed Claire with his hands.

Zania told me that her death had something to do with the late Luna, but she blatantly refused to give me any details.

I am not happy that she died, but I am glad she is no longer here. Her being here will only strain my brain.

These past months have been nothing but sweet. Alpha Damon treated me well and always made sure that I lacked nothing as his mistress.

His attitude confuses me, but I love it. Having him taking care of me makes my heart race a marathon and being close to him has become