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The Intoxicated Alpha

Author: Blacktides
last update publish date: 2026-07-11 23:29:59

Xander’s POV

The cold returned just after midnight.

I felt it before I heard it. The bed shifted and his breathing changed.

“Ashton?”

He didn’t answer. I rolled over and my hand found him. He was shaking. Not because of the heat this time. He was cold. Bone-deep cold that burned through his sleeping shirt and into my skin.

“Gods,” I breathed.

I pulled him against me. He was ice. His teeth were chattering. “W-warm,” he mumbled. “S-sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” I said, and wrapped the bla
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