Alpha’s Mistake
He’s like every other male.
Dragomir's finger draws a straight line from my arm to wrist; he undoes my shackles. Throwing them to the floor, he stands tall. Nana stirs in my head, licking our wounds, healing us faster. Thank Goddess, every torture I have faced, Nana faced. All the pain, she experienced it as well.
When I whimpered, she did too. It’s a good thing. Now she will understand better. I won’t stress over convincing her about her so-called mate. Now, she understands males and females do not accomplish the same thing in our world.