ALPHA ADRIAN’S PLAYTHING.
Adrian.
He was… magnetic. His sharp, sculpted features could have been carved from stone, and his intense gaze seemed to draw me in, as though he could peel back my layers with just a look. There was a quiet power in him, a restrained dominance that made the space between us feel charged, and something about him left me feeling exposed, almost breathless.
“So… are you an alpha?” I asked, lowering my cup slowly, my eyes holding his. The question slipped out casually, but I was actually curious. Far from pack life, New York was a place where secrets were better left unspoken, yet here I was, risking one.
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