Tempting My Best Friend's Alpha Father
Damien leans closer to her, brushing a loose strand of hair away from her face which is too familiar, too intimate, too comfortable.
Nicholas’ control slips, but he exhales slowly and forces himself still, forces the rage back down, forces Aether into silence, but it doesn't go easily.
Nothing about this is easy.
“Look at her,” Nicholas murmurs, his voice low, almost detached.
Alvin hesitates but glances over.
“She’s… happy,” he says carefully.
Nicholas lets out a quiet, humorless laugh.
“Happy,” he repeats.
Like the word itself offends him.