The Stoic Alpha
“Happy things, things that the pack can all participate in. Good things, so that when bad things happen, it doesn’t overshadow the good.”
He reaches out, his hand stroking my cheek. My breath catches. I’m not used to Emerson touching me, not in an intimate way like this. It has heat flowing through my body, making my nerve endings feel like they’re on fire.
He opens his mouth to say something, but we get interrupted, and he pulls away.
“Lady Luna Quinn!”
“Lady Luna Quinn!”
“Yes, Miniature Sir Sprites?” I ask, sighing at the interruption, but wanting to make the sprites happy.