Alpha Vincent slowly drifted off to sleep in my arms, and I slowly tucked him under the sheets. His hand came up above the sheets, and I slowly leaned forward to adjust it. Something, however, caught my eye. It was a single straight line tattoo right on his wrist. It went down in a straight line and was written in my name.
I watched it for a while, my thumb caressing the tattoo. My lips parted as I looked up to his face, then slowly back to the tattoo. I had never seen it before.
I slowly put his hand under the sheets, then let my fingers tuck his hair away. Slowly, I walked away from him, then towards the shower.
I took a cold bath, my mind darting between Alpha Vincent, the tattoo, his mother, the child I had just lost, and so much more. I closed my eyes, my hands wrapping around me
