Alpha Xavier stood by the large bed, wielding a sword in one hand and a knife in the other. Thessalia could sense the danger in his stance, ready to strike if she took one step closer.
His naked body glistened with sweat and the aftermath of intimacy, his muscles defined and captivating. But now was not the time to be distracted by such details. Thessalia focused on her purpose, her voice firm as she spoke to the Alpha.
Her voice quivered with urgency as she pleaded with him. "Something is on the way. Xavier, open your mind to it. Get going! I don't want to die tonight. I'm not an enemy!"
When Thessalia acknowledged his real name, which didn't happen very often, Xavier's confusion changed into anger right away. "What are you doing in my house dressed up as a man?"
A surge of strength
