Beauty and the Alpha Beast
I sit frozen, Leo’s hand over mine, but my thoughts are miles away—chasing shadows and unraveling the seams of everything I’ve ever known.
“Roxy,” he says gently. “There’s something else I need to tell you.”
I glance at him, but I don’t speak. I can’t. My throat is too tight.
He watches me for a moment and then begins.
“There’s a legend,” he says. “Something our elders still whisper of when they think no one’s listening, but we weren’t allowed to speak of as pups. It happened nearly twenty-one years ago.”
My pulse jumps at the number.
He goes on, his voice low, steady. “An Alpha and his Luna had just had their first child, a baby girl with long golden enchanted hair with strands of red like
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