Silver Queen of Lunar Ridge
Then, the Sovereign Alpha dropped onto one knee on the floor right in front of me, placing himself at my level.
I held my breath. The ruler of the entire territory was kneeling before a scholarship maid, but his presence did not look weak. It felt incredibly dangerous, possessive, and heavy with a growing obsession.
Alistair opened the silver jar. He dipped his long fingers into the cool, white cream. Then, he wrapped his hand around my right wrist, his thumb resting directly over the dark purple marks left by his own son.
His touch was surprisingly gentle, completely contrasting his terrifying Alpha power. He began to rub the medical cream into my skin using slow, circular motions. The cool