Olive's POV
"I don't mean to interrupt. I came to ask the princess few questions." He said, dropping one of his hands to his side.
His sunburn skin captured the subtle glow of the rising sun, accentuating the roundness of his biceps. With his long black hair neatly packed behind his head, the intricate angles of his angular face caught my attention. His busy brows shaped above lashes too long to belong to a man betrayed his manly sexy physique.
A recalcitrant strand of hair fell over the anterior angle of his forehead, overlapping his left eye.
Damn! This man is beautiful.
A band tightened in my chest, forcing me to look away from him. Alpha Orvyn was stealing the air I breathe, and I hated the way he made me feel vulnerable and stupid.
Not to appear less of myself, I ran my fingers
