The Alpha’s Prize
Taysa mutters, picking at a stray string on the duvet.
I scrunch my nose up. I've been in close contact with Alpha's my entire life...
How could I not tell he was one?
"He seems to know what he's doing," I mumble, wiggling my toes, trying to will more movement into my body. A miraculous recovery would be great right now.
"Yes...he can be harsh, but he's the kindest man I know," she assures me.
I roll my eyes. "Kind people don't shoot others in the back."