Beg For Me, Alpha Kael
He scanned my face frantically, trying to read how much I had seen, his hands twitching at his sides.
"Aria!" he breathed, his voice pitching slightly higher than normal. He closed the distance between us in two large strides, his scent of cedarwood and mint washing over me. "What.. what are you doing here? How long have you been standing there?"
I tilted my head up, letting my shoulders slump. I forced my lower lip to tremble slightly, widening my eyes to look like the naive, heartbroken girl he expected me to be. I made sure to let him see the fresh, angry red blister on my wrist from the scalding tea my mother had poured on me.