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Serayah Morgan.
"Good morning."
I hear it the moment my eyes open. It is Roar’s voice.
I pause for just a moment. This isn’t a dream. The grey in his eyes looks silver from this angle, it is softened by the way the morning light touches him. He’s so close. The space that used to separate us on this bed is nearly gone. And for him to notice the moment my eyes opened; it must mean he has been watching as I slept?
This Alpha’s forehead is an arrogant slope like the first rise of a dune under a pale dawn. Below are the darkest of brows born to men, they arch like the wings of a raven in mid-flight…accompanied by obsidian greys eyes, in some lights—I swear, they have been silver. They are like galaxies unto themselves.
While his nose is strong as a bridge, he has cheekbones like t
