Naeris's POV
My breath caught as the voice rang in my ears, and I stopped in my tracks. I swiveled around, and sure enough, Aeron stood at the other side of the hallway, watching me with those innocent eyes and warrior gear on his body.
“Alpha Aeron,” I said, shuffling my feet. He stared at me for a bit before moving closer, playing with the rhythm of my heart.
“Naeris. Who's giving you a hard time? You looked like you were about to kill someone,” he said, that signature smirk forming on his lips.
“It's nothing, just personal issues,” I shrugged. “I can handle-"
“By personal issues, do you mean someone in this palace? Not so personal anymore. I want to know,” he interrupted, folding his arms.
My eyes lingered on the way his muscles rippled under the puffy cotton gear he had on,
