Saved by the Alpha
Once, a drop of honey fell onto the corner of my lip; before I could react, he wiped it away with his thumb, and then, without taking his green eyes off mine, he put his finger in his mouth.
The heat that ran down my spine had nothing to do with the hot food.
Between meals and medicine, Arsel devoted himself to distracting me from the emptiness in my mind.
He didn’t talk to me about politics or territorial disputes but instead told me stories from his childhood. He told me how he and his brothers used to compete to see who could run fastest across the frozen streams in winter and how Selene would always punish them by making them clean the kitchens. His laughter, though rare, was a deep, res
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