The Alpha King's POV – Late Night
She shouldn't matter...
She was human. Ordinary. She worked in a diner. Kept her head down. Wore perfume too floral to be natural. She smiled like someone who'd practiced it too many times.
And yet—she kept coming back.
Not in reality. In thought.
In scent.
In moments that should’ve been dismissed but never were.
That morning at the diner. The brush of an arm. A soft apology. The same perfume that clung to her when she passed them outside the building. When she stood across the street in the rain, staring in at something that once broke her.
There was pain in her eyes. Not the kind people wore to be pitied—but the kind they wore when they didn’t expect to survive it.
He’d seen hundreds of wolves wear that look.
But she was human.
Wasn’t she?
He
