The Stoic Alpha
When he sits, I get settled in his lap, seating him deeply inside me as I sit back.
“What is this?” I ask.
“Happy birthday. Compared to the gift you just gave me, it's not much, but it's from both me and Clovis,” he says, running his knuckles over my cheek. Minka pushes forward to see what it is.
I unwrap the small box and find a necklace with a black wolf howling at the full moon. The moon seems almost to be lit from inside and I swear that the wolf’s fur, Clovis' fur, is blowing in the soft breeze.