The Cruel Alpha's Unwanted Bride
Her eyes fluttered closed, and I could see the exhaustion etched into her delicate features, the faint lines of worry smoothing out as she began to relax.
I stayed close, sitting on the edge of the mattress, my gaze never leaving her face. Even in the pale light filtering through the curtains, she was breathtakingly beautiful. Her dark blonde hair fanned out around her, a halo of midnight contrasting with the pallor of her skin. Her long lashes cast gentle shadows on her cheeks, and her lips, though slightly parted in sleep, retained their usual grace.
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