Auctioned to the Alpha King
Curious, I followed the sounds, my steps quickening.
I reached a wide open area, like a giant backyard but with no flowers. Just dirt, grass, and a lot of sweaty, shirtless men.
Oh.
My eyes widened as I watched them spar, fight, train.
There he was.
Alpha Zadain.
My eyes landed right on him.
He was standing at the center, bare-chested, sweat glistening on his skin. He swung his claws, his muscles flexing with every movement.
Oh boy.
I blinked a few times, trying to shake off the weird heat crawling up my neck.
Bab Populer