The Alpha's Crown
Each time it rang, my chest tightened, my stomach knotted, and my rational mind balked at the impossible.
Finally, exhaustion claimed me. My body sagged against the desk, and I drifted into a half-sleep that was neither fully conscious nor fully unconscious. In the darkness behind my eyelids, I dreamed.
I dreamed of crimson eyes. Eyes that burned hotter than any fire I had ever seen. A body radiating heat, impossibly close, impossibly dangerous. A presence pressing into me like a tide, a voice whispering my name in tones I didn’t recognize but somehow knew. The sound of it—raw, urgent, intimate—echoed in my dreams, filling me with both fear and longing I didn’t want to acknowledge.
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