Alpha Enzo
Not that he had an awful lot of height from which to look down at me from – he couldn’t have been more than five foot eight, though he told everyone he was six foot two.
He scrubbed a hand through his thick, short beard. Like his hair, it was light brown – and right now it was making his smug smirk all the more apparent. He flexed his muscles and rolled his neck, the joints snapping and popping, and then, at last, his washed-out blue eyes met mine.
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