THE ALPHA VIRGIN TOY
“Whoever did this will pay. I swear it.”
She said nothing.
His scent settled deeper into her senses, calming her despite everything. It reminded her of warmth and comfort apple and something sweet, like baked bread and cream. It was absurd that a smell could feel like shelter, but it did.
“My pack won’t hurt you,” he continued. “You’re safe with us.”
He moved slowly, deliberately, careful with every step. Even so, each shift of his arms sent sparks of pain through her ribs and spine. She clenched her teeth, refusing to cry out.