The Alpha's Fated Swap
“You never smile, you know that? Not once. It’s like you’ve got this permanent scowl etched into your face. It’s exhausting, honestly. Do you even know how to smile? Or did your mother scare that out of you too?”
Still nothing. Just those dark, piercing eyes blinking at me, watching, waiting.
“Fine,” I said, stepping closer again. “If you won’t do it yourself, I’ll fix it for you.” Reaching up, I grabbed his face with both hands and tugged at the corners of his mouth, forcing him into a rather puppetlike smile. “See? Like this. Smile, Alaric. It’s not that hard.”
“That’s better,” I said, stepping back and giving him an approving nod. “You should thank me. I’m improving your image.”