A BREEDER FOR ALPHA ENZO
Daphne stood there, her hands clasped nervously in front of her, her eyes wide as she looked at me.
“Alpha,” she said softly, her voice trembling slightly.
My wolf stirred at the sound of her voice, the urge to go to her overwhelming. I clenched my fists, fighting for control. “You shouldn’t be here,” I said, my voice harsher than I intended.
She flinched, and guilt twisted in my chest. “I’m sorry,” she murmured, taking a step back. “I just... I wanted to thank you. For protecting me.”
Her gratitude caught me off guard, and I stared at her, unsure of how to respond. She wasn’t supposed to thank me. She wasn’t supposed to make me feel like this—like I was more than just the cursed Alpha, doom
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