Alpha's slave, the eternal submission
Her nose is slender and graceful, with a slight tilt that adds a touch of whimsy to her regal countenance.
I cannot fully admit how many times I have looked at her lips, full and sensuous, the colour of ripe pomegranates—one that I could kiss from morning to dusk. With a mere curve of her lips, she could disarm the most hardened of hearts, not mine though. I am not a slave to any woman. Crowning her head isa cascade of lustrous black hair, woven with threads of gold. As Clipper took her to the carriage, I saw how it came out of her cloak and created loose waves down her back, it is a testament to her royal lineage and unrivalled beauty.
Without shame, my eyes stay fixed on the swell of the b
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