Another tug on my hand.
Without giving it a second thought, I settle down bedside her. Hazel flops a part of the blanket towards me, before I could tell her it's not necessary, she slides closer and leans her head against my shoulder.
Words evaporate on my tongue, everything in my mind goes haywire.
"Just relax," A soft voice whispers to me. "I didn't know a proud Alpha can't handle sharing a blanket."
More from challenge than from being vexed, I slide my arm around her shoulders and pull her closer so her head rests against my chest. The scent of Gardenia flowers and rain cascades over to me, her frame small against
mine.
"I think you've seen enough proof of what I can handle," I say, my voice quiet in the fragile silence.
Her shoulders tense, just a little and if we weren't so c
