Alpha Of Aberdeen
When they finally meet, it’s like the rocket finally burst.
Malachi reaches for my hips, finding the top of my pants, and pulls them off with ease. Then, he proceeds to my top, taking it off quickly. His eyes light up like the Olympic Torch as they linger on my pierced nipples. “You like what you see, Alpha,” I whisper. He brings his gaze up meeting my eyes, but instead of the affectionate look from before, his stare turned to hatred. It was as if he was looking at his worst enemy.