The alpha beast who marked me.
But then the male leans closer as he holds her hands; she struggles, not backing down from a fight, but the monster's strength is far greater than hers as she struggles to break free.
“Myra!, Myra. Look at me, it’s me, it’s me, Myra,” he growls as his voice grounds her to stop thrashing. Myra’s nose flares as she opens her eyes, facing that of the alpha, and this time she looks at him; she really looks at him.
Those familiar eyes of the alpha that no spell, magic, or illusion could ever achieve were staring back at her with so much love and admiration in his eyes.
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