"Oh no! Are you okay, Celia?" Rosy was shocked, but a slight smirk formed on her lips. She knew the tension between the two women was just a power play, a silent dance where they devoured each other with their gazes.
Alaric, his werewolf instincts on high alert, rushed forward to lift Celia from the ground. He paused for a moment, wondering if the pain she claimed to feel was just a ruse to attract more attention. He grasped her firmly, but she refused to move, her body rigid like an alpha's unwilling member.
"Alaric, it hurts... Will you carry me?" Her voice, usually soft and sweet, now carried a note of anxiety, an invitation to submission. Her knees, though grazed by the fall, probably weren't the real source of her discomfort. Her heart raced, but it wasn't physical pain that d
