Royals

“C-Can I pick up these first?” Denise darted her eyes to the floor littered with the apples she had carefully cut and the shattered glass plate she placed them on. “A-And I need to call the doctor before he dies…” Her gaze then shifted to Luke and she felt a pang of guilt course through her. This…was her fault.

“Leave it. I’ll have the old fart take care of it.” Kain tightened his fingers around hers and pulled her to his side, her shoulders brushing his. She looked over at the side of his face as he walked her to the exit, her cheeks reddening. He looked handsome, even from that angle. His skin was flawless, his jawline was well sculpted and his features were fierce yet…she strangely felt so safe beside him. She was right to not doubt his words. He said he’d be back and he did return, at her time of desperation too. Even though his methods were harsh, he saved her. Her savior.

“Old fart? Do you mean our Alpha?” She dropped her gaze reluctantly. If she stared any longer, she’d bore