Knot My Alpha
“I didn’t realize.”
His hand moves up to cup the back of my head, fingers sliding through my hair, slow and deliberate. “I told you. Anytime you need me, I’m here. Doesn’t matter if it’s the middle of the night. Doesn’t matter if it’s nothing but a bad dream. I’ve got you.”
I breathe in deep, letting that promise settle inside me, soft and solid.
After a long moment, I murmur, “This isn’t nothing.”
“I know,” he says quietly. “But you’re not alone. You’ll never be alone again.”
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