The Alpha King And His Luna
Dark manlife without mother is painfulhe treated me like i was nothingtortured by my twin matesadored by my ruthless alpha
and something dangerous , the perfect image of a bad boy born of chaos.
A low growl fills the room.
Instinctively, I flinch, retreating to the very edge of the bed, trying to put as much distance between us as possible. His dark eyes roam over me, lingering, searching for something I can’t name. I dare not meet his gaze. I know that kind of man , I’ve met dozens like him. None ever protected me. They only hurt me… or turned away in silence while others did.
The stranger, with the build of a Viking warlord, settles back into the chair. The wood creaks beneath his weight. His deep, guttural grunts make my teeth chatter.