Breed Me, Alpha King
him now. The Queen's gaze lingered on his erect member, a smile playing on her lips as she misinterpreted his arousal. Magnus tensed, knowing he would have to navigate this delicate situation carefully, balancing his role as Alpha with the need to maintain the fragile peace within the pack. Misunderstanding. She always misunderstood everything. "My, my, Magnus," the Queen purred, her voice dripping with desire. "You've certainly grown since our last encounter." Assumption. She was making assumptions again. Magnus stepped out of the shower, brushing past her as he reached for his clothes. He quickly pulled on a t-shirt and jeans, ignoring the way the rough fabric chafed against his sensitive