The Alpha's Prize
Just for a moment, I felt something beyond the blind rage and contempt I’d had for him since the day we met.
I was lost in those pools of intense blue once more, memorising the way his kissable mouth moved as he spoke exposing his beautifully straight white teeth. His hair was mussed up, likely him tugging on it in frustration while I had been locked in the bathroom. His face had been flushed and sweaty after his efforts with the belt, but right now he seemed calm and contemplative. I could never tell which Wyatt I would get; raging, good-humoured, lustful, tender. The list went on. This Alpha was harder to read than any man I’d ever met.
“Can we be done with this already, Nova?” he asked we
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