The Alpha's Secret Heir: The Ward's Revenge
It was a ritual of normalcy.
"Come here, bug, let’s get your eyes clear for the day," I said, my tone breezy as I patted the kitchen chair. This was the most delicate part of our morning dance. Leo hopped up, tilting his head back with the practiced ease of a child who had done this a thousand times. My hand was steady as I pulled the dropper from my pocket, but my heart was a frantic drum in my ears. I squeezed the rubber bulb, releasing exactly three amber drops into each eye. He blinked against the sting, the liquid coating his irises, and I watched in grim relief as the lethal, royal silver bled away, replaced by a dull, unremarkable brown. "There. All bright and ready for school."
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