Beg For Me, Alpha Kael
But now, through the slightly dusty glass pane of the conservatory window, the scene unfolded like a beautifully staged horror movie.
Kael stood by the marble fountain, his large, muscular hands clamped firmly around my sister’s waist, pulling her flush against his chest. He wasn't wearing his training gear today; he was already dressed in a crisp white button-down shirt, the top two buttons undone, looking every bit the regal heir he was. His blue eyes, which used to look at me with such fierce intensity, were dilated with pure lust as he stared down at Seraphina.
"Let them look," Kael murmured, his deep baritone vibrating through the glass. "The elders are already finalizing the paperwork.