Surrogate for the Alpha
“I guess it’s just you and I in this big, lonely mansion.”
She leaned back against her pillows, her fingers trembling as she stroked the tiny creature’s feathers. To her surprise, the bird didn’t flinch or pull away—it inched closer instead, pressing its small body against her cheek, as though determined to erase even a fraction of her pain.
The warmth was unexpected, and Lara let out another shaky breath, hugging it carefully against her chest. Her tears continued, spilling silently, dampening its feathers. “Why does it hurt so much?” she whispered to no one, her eyes dull with exhaustion.
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