Alpha’s Mistake
He sits to my right, staring at me like I'm the strangest woman he has seen.
His scent, woodsmoke and patchouli, consumes my nostrils, making my mouth water in a forbidden way. A way I should never feel towards any man. The monster is indeed my mate. This is a confirmation; I'm the Goddess’s worst creation, and she is after my life.
Pushing back unshed tears building blurriness, I make an effort to send my eyes away, but a heated bond holds me captive, forcing me to notice Alpha Vladimir’s long, dark, shade-of-brown hair that’s always glossy and wet.