BOUND BY THE ALPHA
A whimper escaped my throat before I could choke it back.
I saw the change in his eyes then — confusion sharpening into something darker, something territorial.
His hand skimmed up my side under my shirt, calloused fingers brushing heated skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
My back arched instinctively into his touch, seeking more.
He growled low in his throat, a sound that vibrated against my ribs, stirring something primal deep inside me.
And gods help me — I wanted him.
I wanted this feral, broken alpha whose soul called to mine in ways I didn't understand.
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