Alpha’s Little Plaything
Then, gently, she asked, “That young man… Draco. Has he been bothering you again?”
My fork froze mid-air. His name was still a raw wound. “No,” I said, forcing my voice steady. “I haven’t heard from him in weeks. It’s for the best. He has a wife, a family. I won’t let myself get tangled in that again.”
Sister Nora nodded, though something flickered in her eyes. She leaned closer, her voice dropping, almost conspiratorial. “Talking about family, Loriah… have you ever felt curious to know where you came from? Who your real family is?”