The Alpha’s Double Game
Maia Wardthe alpha's second chancethe alpha's gamblethe altar where i left my alphathe alpha's fated encounter
Derek adjusts, anchoring, and we move as a trio, rhythm syncing naturally.
Every subtle movement, every deliberate touch, becomes part of the unspoken dialogue. Jax’s hands stay firm but gentle, guiding, connecting, and I feel the pulse of ease radiate through me, through Derek, through the child within. The three of us move together, a harmony of strength, softness, and unwavering presence.