The Alpha's Commoner Bride
I can smell my arousal still, and Jaxson's too, so I can only imagine Jaxson is being reprimanded through the link for breaking from the table to partake in what we had done.
I try to ignore the thought of the king Alpha knowing I had just had a hot and heavy moment with his eldest son, while praying no one knows what happened with the second son, but the dessert comes out and the friction withers. Plates of small cakes come out, each one flavored with an editable flower, all of them different. The king’s is graced with a white and pink lily, while mine is topped with a white, delicate rose. A purple tulip graces Jaxson’s while Vivian’s dessert holds petite, yellow daisies.
“Where has Xander
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