Alpha Roan.
I lay her on my bed. Meluna curls on her side like a wounded little creature. I could have called Madeline to pick out the glass, but I’ve dug claws from my own flesh more times than I can count. This is nothing for her to be whimpering like that, it’s literally just two spots.
Her skin knits itself back together and what can I say, she’s healing faster because I’ve been in her. Also, I only brought the murderer to my room because I wanted to get the glass out. After all, she’s the incubator that will save my mother’s life. It’s a practical investment, nothing more.
“You can get out now.” I growl, pretending I wasn’t memorizing the shape of her legs as I worked. Pretending my mouth didn’t water about the slope of her waist, her hips and imagine the addictive drive it would
