Rejected Not Forsaken: The Alpha King's Beloved
he teased, watching the faint blush rise on her cheeks.
Layla laughed, playfully taking the rose. “Are you always this smooth, Alpha King?” She raised an eyebrow, a mischievous smile lighting up her face.
“Only for you,” he replied, his voice a low murmur as he leaned in close, his hand brushing her hair aside to tuck the rose behind her ear.
His gaze held hers, and for a moment, the rest of the world seemed to fade away.
They were standing so close that Layla could feel the warmth radiating from him, his scent enveloping her, steady and reassuring.
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