Contd
Royal Alpha Roar.
As soon as she finds her breath, she flees. Who wouldn’t?
I stay in the attic until the night turns to day, wrestling with the impossible: she took my pain. How? If this is some mate thing, why didn’t it happen with Quinn? And the bigger issue? I found release on her. If not for her underwear in the way—if the circumstances had shifted just slightly—it would’ve been more.
What we’ve done... it’s a line that can’t be uncrossed.
And yet, my mind crosses me. I can’t stop replaying the moment when I dared to look at her, really look at her. Straddling me, she looked like something out of a myth—a princess of an ancient Egyptian realm. The dance of her hips, the slope of her breasts—how they pulsed when she buckled against me like something carved from sculpture. I
