Say My Name, Alpha
He was calm, collected, untouchable — and impossibly close.
That night, in my bunk, I replayed the moments over and over. Every brush of his hand, every whisper, every sharp, possessive glance.
I hated him.
I needed him.
I feared him.
I wanted him.
And I knew — with a terrifying certainty — that the line between enemy and lover, between predator and prey, had been crossed.
Xander Vale wasn’t just an obstacle anymore. He was a threat to everything I thought I knew about control, secrecy, and survival.