Kristján Kristjánsson Novels & Stories

An Alpha walked up to me, a glass in his right hand and a tint of pink across his face. “I’m sorry, you are?” I knew exactly who he was, and I watched his lip curl into a grimace. “Alpha Tanner.” I let mock shame fall on my face. “Oh my, I apologize. I should have remembered. Forgive this old man. It must be my memory that’s going first.” Chris flashed me a warning look, but I ignored him. “Well, I guess I will have to forgive you this time.” The young Alpha was drunk as he slurred his words ever so slightly.

I had no idea what was drawn but on my… it was so hot. He wore a white T-shirt with its buttons stopped working right above his belly. He tucked in his shirt in neatly tailored suit pants. He had no belt on but it rested firmly around his waist. One of his hands was in his pocket, while the other was out, showcasing the expensive-looking rings he had around his fingers. He had other accessories like earrings, bracelets, and a necklace that had his name ‘KILHAN’ written boldly on it. His formal shoes were sparkling under the club lights. Without a doubt, he was a god.