My Two Alpha Mates
My legs felt weighted as I inched forward; my gaze remained fixed on him.
He was there, Alexander Thorn—the Alpha King. I have heard so much about him, his aura, his power, his beauty, and his charm. But standing in his room with his wife and Luna, I never imagined it.
He was unconscious, but he didn’t look pale, weak, or sunken in frailness; my eyes travelled on him. His face, sharp jaw, proud nose, and lips that seemed carved by some cruel god, were far too alive for someone they claimed was lost in a vegetative state.