Alpha’s Little Plaything
Almost.
But a sharp pain pierced through my chest.
Leon.
Shame flooded me.
I loosened my grip and stepped back, creating space between us. Roan cleared his throat, just as affected.
“Thank you, Roan,” I said quickly, trying to steady myself. “Your wolf is… incredibly big and handsome.”
It wasn’t a lie. His wolf had been breathtaking—reddish fur that seemed to burn like fire, with deep, midnight-black eyes.
“Likewise, princesa,” he replied softly. “I expected nothing less from you.”