Alpha Noah
Also, with no one else to talk to about this part of my life, I’m willing to get this off my chest.
“Do you know the Immortal, Cian?” I ask. “The Sin, Greed?”
Noah takes a long, lingering pause that leaves me wondering in this moment whether I asked a question that has offended him. “I know of him.”
“Turns out him and I are mates. Odd, but there’s no arguing it. The touch and everything,” I admit. It feels good to say it aloud, for someone else to hear it. It makes it real, in a relieving way. I’m still struggling to accept that it is real.
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