Chained To An Enemy Alpha
Then we reached a large, serious man whose muscles were visible even from a distance, and whose eyes reflected more battles than I could imagine.
“This is Jarn,” Zane said. “My right hand. After many battles, he was the one I trusted most.”
Jarn only nodded and stopped. He did not offer his hand. He did not try anything. He simply stood there, at a respectful distance.
And that was the first time I felt that someone understood that touch was still forbidden territory for me.
As we moved on, I slowly let myself sink into the atmosphere of the camp. The soft rustle of fabric, the occasional snort of the horses, the bubbling of cooking pots. For a moment, it felt like I might actually be able t
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