Alpha’s Mistake
Lifting a portion, my shaking fingers stroke his torso, caressing his abs with careful measure.
“What are you doing?” he whispers, holding my wrist and stopping me. He doesn't want this the same way I don’t, but Nana is bent on embracing me.
Alpha Vladimir can stop his wolf, but I have no control over mine. And the truth sends sharp pain to my heart.
Parting my lips to speak, he slides off the duvet, climbs down, and heads straight to the door, shutting it.
I throw my legs off the bed and sit up straight. My fingers adjust the neckline of my dress, covering my cleavage. How indecent.