My Angel: The Tribrid Alpha’s Obsession
Lavender Pen adored by my ruthless alphanight angel trilogy kindleaccidentally pregnant for the cold-hearted alphapregnant and rejected by my alpha mate
Nothing like the black silk prison I escaped.
Azren leans in, cups the back of my head with infinite gentleness, and presses his lips to my forehead.
The kiss is soft. It lasts for maybe two seconds.
"I'm so sorry, Angel," he whispers against my skin.
A tear rolls down my cheek and drips onto the collar of his shirt I'm still wearing. I look up slowly into his eyes. His breath hitches in his throat. And in that breathless moment, his lips crash onto mine.