LIANA
He opened the first drawer of the lampstand, took out a small dagger, and faced me. My heart was in my mouth.
“You're not planning to kill me, right?”
Without warning, he came closer, grabbed my wrist, and dragged me to my side of the bed.
“Alpha, what's wrong?”
He took my hand with a quiet focus. When the blade caught my finger, it wasn't a jagged sting, but a sharp, clean heat. A single drop of blood surfaced on my skin, trembling for a second before he guided it down.
It hit the white sheet with a muted bloom. Then came another, and another, the red spreading through the fibers like ink in water. What started as a tiny cut became evidence of our intimacy last night that never happened.
He looked into my eyes. “It should look like you slept with the Alpha.”
My gaze roame
