The Alpha’s Double Game
Maia Wardthe alpha's second chancethe alpha's gamblethe altar where i left my alphathe alpha's fated encounter
“Every stir, every heartbeat, every coil—you belong to us. Always.”
Derek leaned closer, pressing his lips along the side of my neck, teeth grazing, tongue brushing lightly, and I moaned, arching fully into their combined presence. “And we’ll guard it,” he whispered, fingers brushing over the pulse, over the life inside me. “Every heartbeat, every stir—we are anchored to it. Anchored to you. Always.”