The Alpha’s Girl
I stammered.
“Of course not,” Byrain said quietly, stepping closer, holding a small black box. “We wanted to make sure your eighteenth birthday felt special.”
My heart did that strange, fluttering thing. “You… remembered?”
“I always remember,” he said simply.
Always?
Inside the box was a silver bracelet with a tiny moon-shaped charm delicate, thoughtful, and beautiful.
“It’s perfect,” I whispered, fingers brushing the charm.
Byrain smiled faintly. “Good.”
Zion elbowed Army. “See? Told you she’d like it.”
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