Amara
After we finished our morning round of pleasure, I watched Gonzalo as he quickly ate the breakfast plate I made for him. He’s so adorable—he looks like a child who eats so messily.
We fixed ourselves. We're holding hands. I accompanied him as we went downstairs.
What the! Who the hell is this man!?
A stranger wearing a dark mossy green cloak was standing in the living room with a smile on his face. He's looking at us.
Gonzalo tightened his grip on my hand. “Get behind me, Amara; that man is a sorcerer,” Gonzalo was cautious while I submitted myself to his command. I grabbed one of his arms tightly.
“Fascinating. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Alpha Gonzalo, it’s my honor to be in your presence.” The man looked at me, “it's nice to meet you too, young Amara, you’re such a beautifu
