My Angel: The Tribrid Alpha’s Obsession
Azren says and she tears up.
"Thank you, Alpha."
He nods, and we follow him to the elevator. He reaches out his pinkie for me, and I do the same, discreetly entwining our pinkies together.
It's the simplest gesture, but it literally sets my face on fire. It feels like our secret sign.
The elevator doors slide open on the ground floor, and Azren gives my pinkie one last gentle squeeze before letting go. He leans down, brushes the softest kiss against my temple, and murmurs, "Be good, angel. Call me if anything feels even slightly off."