Fated to the Alpha Stepbrother
Bang.
I stopped in my tracks. Rohan was there. He was completely shirtless, his broad back glistening with a light layer of sweat as he swung a heavy hammer, driving nails into a thick wooden partition. His muscles shifted powerfully with every strike, his dark hair damp and messy. He looked incredibly handsome in the raw, filtered light of the gallery, completely removed from the polished Alpha prince he usually pretended to be.
I just stood there, staring at him, completely paralyzed until the hammer stopped. He wiped his brow with the back of his forearm and turned around, his dark eyes locking onto me. He looked up, setting the hammer down on a wooden crate.
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