Alpha Tristan Regretted Divorcing Me
Tyler nodded, amused.
Hours blurred together.
Laughter. Talking. I had already taken four bottles, my legs felt light, my head heavy. The drink was tricky, sweet enough to lie to you, strong enough to steal your balance.
When I tried to stand, the floor tilted. Tyler caught me instantly.
“Careful.”
“I’m fine,” I laughed.
He helped me up anyway. Music took over, and suddenly I was dancing, badly, freely, without care. Nyra joined me, laughing, spinning, and glowing.
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