Bite Me, My Fated Alpha King
Leaning against them, I brought my feet up so my knees were bent, the blanket covering my lower half.
"Camilla?"
She creaked one eye open, the warm chocolate I was used to see had become a dull black in colour.
"Hey." I breathed.
She stared at me from the corner of her eyes, unmoving, unspeaking. I counted six slow breaths of her chest before he moved. I froze in my spot when she came towards me. Her head fell into my lap, her knees and legs being pulled up onto the sofa.
Camilla was not an exceptionally large man, but she was kinda built like one because of the way she trained. She was tall, sure, maybe six feet? But she wasn't rippling muscles. She was a middle build woman, with strong arm