Bonded to the Exiled Alpha
What kind of self-image does he have?
I let out a breath, and lean down to press my forehead to his, eyes closed.
“You didn’t do anything wrong,” I say, my voice softens without permission. Even my hold on him tightens slightly. “Thank you for all your hard work, Zen.”
Even if no one else will thank him, I will. Even if he seems like some deranged murderer to someone else, to me, he’s my greatest ally, my precious knight. My first friend in a long, long time. The one I keep causing trouble to. The one who doesn’t get tired of dealing with me despite it.
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