The Stoic Alpha
‘Quinn, you need to think about something else or those sprites are going to have to start all over on your hair by the time I’m done with you,’ Emerson’s deep voice floats into my mind.
Our connection is so much stronger now. I can feel his emotions so clearly. It’s almost like I’m sharing space with him in my head like I do with Minka.
‘I like being in your mind. It’s a sweet, gentle place, just like my mate,’ he says.
His mind is a lot like he is, strong and firm. I like being in his mind too.
“There,” one of the sprites says and I open my eyes to see that, as usual, they’ve made my hair somehow look elegant and simple. It’s perfect, with flowers from around the packs placed in my hair.
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