~AMARIS
The cool air hit my skin like a sudden shock, a sharp contrast to the suffocating, heavy heat that had kept me trapped inside the Alpha Wing for hours. Alpha Varg’s grip on my waist was firm, his large, calloused fingers wrapped unyieldingly around the small of my curves as he led me out onto the sprawling rooftop terrace. It was a massive, relaxing spot, beautifully adorned with vibrant flower pots and lined with expensive, dark long leather designer couches. The entire space was meticulously designed, aesthetically pleasing, and offered an absolute, unobstructed view of the rolling green hills and stone structures that made up the elite Iron-Howl Pack estate.
But as I looked out over the territory, the beauty of the view did nothing to calm the frantic, uneven rhythm of my hear
