Alpha Heirs
His hand was on my wrist instantly pulling it up, my hair blowing off my shoulder from the speed of his actions as he looked down at my perfectly intact hand.
His eyes were pure black, I wasn't dealing with Nixon anymore as Onyx shoved me against the wall by my face, frantic as he pulled my hand up to inspect it himself and then pressed the back of it against his cheek once he was satisfied. He slid his hand up my forearm until it reached his mark; a light purr rattled through him as he blinked, bringing Nixon's never-ending light eyes back.
They were so light it seemed impossible, like the palest form of citrine that you could see right through, and yet you'd never reach the bottom. “What
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