Fiora's POV
"I don't think it's the right time to do that, Fiora."
Alpha Brynmor's response stung more than I cared to admit. I knew I shouldn't feel disappointed—I knew he would never willingly touch me. And yet, a wave of deep disappointment surged within me. Perhaps it was the influence of my heat, clouding my emotions.
"I understand if you find me repulsive because I'm not as beautiful as Freya," I finally said.
"I don't care about your sister, Fiora," Alpha Brynmor replied.
Silence fell between us. Even though I couldn't fully believe his words, I chose not to argue. I didn't want to clash with this man whose dominant aura was almost suffocating.
The campfire crackled, its warm glow filling the cave. We sat apart, each keeping our distance. Earlier, while gathering
