Made For The Alpha
It had been a depressingly hot season, and with his disallowance of her partaking in outdoor activities for fear of her pale skin tarnishing to something darker, Parisa had spent the majority of her days sequestered in different rooms: reading books, learning etiquette, practising her French, playing the piano, actively avoiding his wife and children or dreadfully counting the days to her birthday.
Parisa reached forward, her slender hand easily slipping between the grills, and closed around the window’s latch before she twisted and pushed.
Sounds of the free world were sharper now. She listed forward, savouring every call from matings to warnings of bugs and birds. A breath of cool, crisp a
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