Lusting After the alpha queen
Knocked.
“It’s done. Security is set.”
The door opened.
And I just… stopped. My brain shut off. My breath caught.
Nyx stood there, and she wasn’t the Alpha Queen. Not right then. She was something from a dream I was too stupid to ever have.
The dress was crimson red. The color of fresh blood and dark wine. It was sleeveless, tight at the top, hugging every curve I’d memorized with my hands. The fabric flowed down long, but there was a high slit that went up to her thigh, showing a flash of skin every time she shifted. And the sides… they were open, too. Just delicate straps holding it together, revealing the elegant lines of her waist. Her hair was up, twisted in some complicated way, leavin
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