Dravina’s POV
Focusing on the canvas proved nearly impossible with a maddeningly attractive Alpha stretched out in front of me like some kind of living temptation.
Malrik clearly noticed my unease or maybe it was just my bashfulness and he was reveling in it. Every now and then, he’d throw me a wink or drop a teasing comment, never enough to overwhelm, just enough to make my cheeks burn.
And yet, somehow, being near him didn’t set me on edge. Quite the opposite. There was a quiet safety in his presence, like nothing could reach me while he was near. It was unfamiliar, disarming… and far too tempting to believe in. I kept asking myself whether it was real or if it was just another illusion waiting to unravel.
As the sun began its descent, casting long shadows across the balcony, I found
