The Blind Alpha's Secret Mate
His intense, dark amber eyes were fixed entirely on Seraphina—following the slender curve of her exposed neck, tracing the delicate rise and fall of her shoulders, and lingering on her pale, trembling lips.
Seraphina could feel his piercing gaze burning into her skin like liquid fire. Her internal wolf, weakened and muffled by the potent, bitter draught she had swallowed in Nurse Martha’s quarters, whimpered softly in the back of her mind. The potion made her head spin and her limbs feel leaden, but she forced every ounce of her remaining strength into keeping her hands completely steady.
Just stay calm, Seraphina repeated to herself like a silent mantra, her chest aching with profound emoti