Hazel's POV "You're stressed alpha. I bet your body needs this massage" I insisted, looking into his eyes.He left his parted lips hanging, unsure of what to say. Next, he stared down at my fingers for a while, before bursting out into a short mocking luaghter.I felt upset, I felt disappointed. What now? Was he about to say I couldn’t…?"Those tiny hands... I wonder what they can do." he laughed and lifted them, introducing this shallow defeated pain in my chest. I rolled my eyes and fought so hard to swallow his fucking fun. Of course I didn't blame him. Maybe he's judging from my present, but how I wished he was in my past.Back then, as little as I was, my father would come back from stressful journeys, various meetings and even the journey that took many days, on his royal horse, hard tinted shoes and his guards trailing behind him.As soon as he's back, he will take his bath, eat his food, and beckon on me to climb his back, walking on his body with my tiny feet. I will giggle
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