Morgana pov
“We need to find who took the photo. What if they–”
Alpha Dante grunts, his brows knitted together as he places me gently over the bed like I'd break at the tiniest force which honestly, after all the s**t that just went down, I would.
“Stop worrying your head, Morgana,” he says, staring down at me with the intensity I've grown to associate with him. “I’ll take care of it.”
I wish I could just calm down and believe him. I have no doubts when he says he’ll handle something. He is Alpha Dante. But that doesn't make me feel better.
Someone saw us.
Someone saw me kissing him and grinding on his clothed c**k like a b***h omega in heat. What if it was Selene? Or Jon? Or someone entirely different that’s most likely going to use it against me.
“Morgana,” Alpha Dante growls, gr
