Vying For The Alpha's Heart
She was in his study, unsummoned, touching her Alpha in the dark morning light.
She could feel the heat of his skin, the fine hairs at his nape. Her heart was beating stupidly against her ribs.
"You are..." he mumbled, "the only one... who does not lie."
Eltonia’s hands stilled. "Alpha?"
"Holly," he said, as if the name was a bad taste. "Abram. Melissa. They all... want. They want the title. The power. The lands."
He shifted in his chair, and her hands dropped, startled. But he just reached back, his own large, calloused hand closing over her small wrist. His skin was fire against hers.
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