Dying as a Human: Rising of the Alpha Queen
His breath is warm, smelling of wild mint and silver pine, brushing against the sensitive skin beneath my ear.
My heart thumps violently against my ribs—not from fear, but from the raw, terrifying pull of his dominant Alpha aura. "I was busy at Whitmore Global Holdings. I lost track of time."
Asher’s large, calloused hand glides up my back, his fingers weaving into the thick hair at the base of my skull. His long, thick fingers press firmly against the delicate muscles at the back of my neck, massaging away the deep tension stored in my cervical spine.
"Don't make a habit of lingering outside my sight," he growls softly, his grip possessive, controlling the vital point on my neck without app