AMAYA
I can still feel his lips on mine.
No amount of scrubbing pans, hauling crates, or replaying last night in my head makes the memory go away. I’d told myself it wouldn’t happen, that Darian, Alpha of this cursed pack, would never lower himself to touch someone like me.
And yet… he did.
I was proven wrong in a way that I couldn't dispute even if I wanted to.
The worst part is that for those few heartbeats in the kitchen, I kissed him back. My traitorous body forgot everything. My mission, my purpose, even my name.
I promised myself this morning, while shoving away the lump in my throat and tying my apron strings too tight, that I’d never let him get close again. Whatever spark lit between us must be buried deep, before it burns me alive.
But promises are useless in a house that
