The Alpha’s Double Game
Derek pressed close, lips brushing mine, hands along my sides, anchoring, stabilizing, while the child pulsed sharply, energy alive, subtle but commanding.
The message had been simple, but the reaction was alive, instinctive, raw. The Alpha’s defiance had triggered a ripple, subtle yet undeniable. My body shivered, letting the pulse thread, letting instinct coil, letting energy spiral. Jax pressed closer, teeth grazing lightly, tail coiling, muscles taut. Derek’s hands traced along my sides, lips brushing mine, grounding, steadying, and the child pulsed sharply, energy alive, threading subtly outward.