Bankrupting the Alpha: Crowned by the Dragon King
She stopped a few feet in front of me, close enough to reach, but far enough to leave if I chose to turn away.
Her hand lifted slightly, and she extended it toward me.
A bracelet rested on her palm.
It was sapphire, a deep, rich blue that caught the light softly. It was elegant, simple, and unmistakably chosen with care.
“This is your something blue,” she said, her voice unsteady but determined.
The words lingered between us, carrying more meaning than the object itself. It wasn’t just a gift. It was a memory, a place she was trying to step back into.