The Alpha's Ugly Muse
He continued, pretending I didn’t just nearly die, while only letting me go when he knew I was steady on my feet.
“Who are you?” I questioned him, quickly backing up a few steps. I couldn’t understand why a man such as he, every muscle defined, his jaw chiseled and outlined by a groomed stubble, his black hair slightly spiked, with the most beautiful blue eyes, wanted to save someone like me, let alone look at me as long as he was without puking.
“Virgo Dacien; and who might you be, beautiful?” He smiled at me, unfazed by my hideous face.
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