Alpha’s Mistake
I need to wash up and fix my krpa.
“I hate lies,” he says. “They hurt.”
“Forgive me, Alph—”
“Vlad,” he interrupts. “Drop the formalities, little dove?” His voice sounds strange. Alpha Vladimir sighs and presses his chest against my back, his hands enveloping my waist from behind.
I curl into myself, swaying slightly, but willing myself to deal with his touch. Fighting him is pointless. An Alpha is entitled to whatever maiden he desires. All I can do is hope and pray the monster doesn't create further proximity.