Alpha of My Heart
“Of course, Alpha.”
Adrian extended his hand. When her fingers met his, the contact sent a strange thrill through her warm, sharp, impossible to ignore. He led her toward the center of the floor as the music swelled once more.
The crowd shifted back, forming a wide circle. No one dared to speak as Silverthorne’s Alpha guided the healer of Blackfang into a waltz.
His hand rested at her waist, his other clasped hers firmly. “You look less lost now,” he said quietly, amusement touching his voice.
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