The Deaf Alpha’s Unexpected Mate
I changed into my nightclothes, eased myself onto my narrow bed, and lay on my back, staring at the ceiling.
Tomorrow, I will return to Blackthorn Manor. I would stand in that man's study and speak, and my voice would do something to him that I didn't understand and couldn't control. And he would look at me with those grey eyes, those dissecting, cataloguing, dangerously intelligent eyes, and I would have to pretend that the electric current that had run up my arm when he'd taken my hand was nothing.
Just a handshake.
Just a business arrangement.
Just an orphan painting pictures for an Alpha who couldn't hear the world and could, for reasons neither of us understood, hear her.