I open the door to the suite, her strawberry-flavored perfume engulfs my soul, tentatively calling out for me.
She is sitting on the bed with one leg over the other, hair flowing all over like a damsel in distress. She has on a nightgown that stops mid-thigh, revealing her thighs as she tries to tie her hair back.
"Alph—" she begins when she notices my presence. Hands mid-air, mouth agape, hair in her mouth. Adorable.
I adjust myself by the sight of her. Mentally ravishing her. Claiming every part of her, her screaming out her lungs until her voice is husky.
I proceed to remove my jacket. Zara's eyes follow my every move, the hair tie now abandoned on the bed.
"About earlier—" she started.
I knew she would bring it up the moment she saw me. My head had been on her chest, I had displayed weakness, my Alpha title useless when I let her pat my head like a little boy, inhaling and exhaling her scent.
