A slave to the alpha I rejected
Just then, Cassian walked out of the hot spring.
Naked from head to toe, he pushed back his white-blond streak of hair as he headed to sit down with no care to Nyssa’s presence, while Callix tugs on his robe, he was the more relaxed and controlled of the twin pair.
“A dead end, as usual,” Cassian shrugged. Callix filled their cups with more wine as Nyssa walked over to the table to join them.
She reached her wine cup toward Callix. Their stares locked in a tense debate before he filled it. A smirk played on her lips at her silent victory as she sat.