Merrin's POV
I saw her.
Violet.
Standing there with a tray of tea.
She wore a nightgown that clung to every curve like a second skin. The fabric was so thin I could see the dark peaks of her n*****s, straining against the cloth.
Holy goddess… She was a living temptation.
I couldn’t look away. Every move was precise, measured, calm, yet tonight there was an edge I couldn’t place.
I took the cup of tea she offered.
My fingers brushed hers, brief, but enough. Enough to make my pulse spike, enough to make me aware of a strange warmth creeping through me.
I sipped the tea, but my focus wasn’t on the flavor.
It was her.
I tried to shake the feelings off. I was Merrin, Alpha of Wolves-Heaven.
Nothing distracted me. Nothing surprised me. And yet, sitting here, I felt… unbalanced.
She
