My Sweetest Revenge: Sleeping with the Alpha King
He held me as if I were made of spun glass, his hands constantly resting on my stomach, communicating silently with the two lives growing inside.
"You did well today," he whispered into the dark as we lay tangled in the black silk sheets.
"I just sat there," I mumbled, sleep tugging at my eyelids.
"You sat there like a Queen," he corrected. "Go to sleep, Elena. You are safe."
I closed my eyes and drifted off, feeling the warmth of his body against my back.
But the peace didn't last.
The dream started with blood.
I was standing in a field of snow. White, endless snow. But it wasn't cold. The sky was a bleeding crimson red.