Traci’s POV
I was out on the balcony for maybe five minutes, and somehow the Alpha Kings managed making me completely forget how breathing normally worked.
Seriously. What the hell was that.
Aurora practically purred inside my head while we stared down into the courtyard below. “They are gorgeous,” she sighs dramatically.
“That they are,” I agree immediately. Because honestly? There should be laws against men looking like that.
Tall.
Muscular.
Dark brown shoulder-length hair brushing against broad shoulders while fitted black shirts stretched across powerful chests. Even standing among dozens of ranked wolves, they stood out effortlessly.
Dangerous.
Commanding.
Beautiful. And those eyes. Goddess help me.
The king with the hazel eyes looked calmer somehow. Sharper. Like he notice
