The crushing weight on my body lifted, and the iron grip on my wrists loosened.
Before I could make sense of what was happening, a soft blanket was draped over me.
I opened my eyes, stunned.
He stopped. Why?
As he sat on the edge of the bed, I found my gaze drawn to his face. His expression seemed distant, perhaps even tinged with worry—I couldn't be sure.
As he reached for his clothes, his broad back turned to me.
The sharp lines of muscle, and the effortless strength he carried, exuded an aura that was both imposing and alluring.
He began buttoning his shirt, his face emotionless, his lips pressed into a firm line. His cold presence filled the room, suffocating me.
I stayed frozen under the blanket, dread clawing at my chest. I had ruined everything—my first night with the Alph
