Mated to the Alpha Knight
Moving the light and moving through the spacey room, my eyes then landed on rows and rows of not books, but journals; each one titled on the spine with a date and moving with a hot purpose, my hands found their way to a random dated journal.
Flipping through the pages and stopping randomly, my eyes found handwriting that looked so old and ink no longer dark, lightened with age, I read a few sentences.
This past week was foul, leaking with appalling tendencies, and as I choose to write this, my hand is shaking with repugnance. Allerick has tried and trued his position to me as Alpha Knight and husband, and even as my best friend, but I feel as if I cannot always condone in sharing my personal
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