Wrong table, right Alpha
I didn't
want to get too close to his personal space, especially
not the main bedroom, where his scent was strongest
and made me feel weird and fluttery inside.
The kitchen looked like it belonged in a professional
café, stocked with top-tier cookware, but the shelves
were completely emptyno food, no oil, nothing.
Apparently, this Alpha really did live apart from the
everyday world. I carefully put away my groceries,
watching the empty fridge slowly fill up and feeling a
small spark of comfort.
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