Triplets for the Alpha CEO
"I can't wear a house on my finger."
"It’s a shield," Jordan corrected, his breath ghosting over my ear. "It tells every man, every reporter, and every enemy that you are claimed by the Alpha Prime. It tells them that if they touch you, they die."
He took the ring from the box. He took my left hand. His skin was warm, his grip firm but gentle. He slid the heavy metal onto my finger. It fit perfectly. Of course it did.
"There," he murmured, lifting my hand to inspect it. The stone caught the light, blazing like a captured sun. "Now you look like mine."
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