THE ALPHA WANTS A TASTE OF ME
Rael stood in front of his doors for a few seconds before opening them.
n front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror stood a tall man, his hands folded behind his back, staring straight at his reflection. Boldron Danister was almost a giant—at six foot six, he towered above nearly everyone. That was where Rael got his height from, but it seemed that was the only thing he ever took from him. He had a strong build, the kind forged in battle—stoic, unsmiling most of the time, except when his eyes found a certain redhead. He was fearful, even from behind.
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