Hiding the Alpha's Twins
The sight of him, so engrossed in those images, twisted my heart in anguish.
"Alpha," I murmured softly, my voice barely above a whisper. How could I even begin to explain? Still, he remained fixated on the photographs. I was a stranger to him, unfamiliar with the depths of his anger, but I knew that Alphas were notorious for their fiery tempers.
Then, I noticed the sharpness of his jaw, so defined it could cut steel, and his fingers white-knuckled around the photographs. Fear crept over me, nearly compelling me to retreat, but Tia urged me to press on.
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