The door clicks shut behind me, and I spring in surprise, bringing me back to reality. However, my mind is still in turmoil. I clutch on my chest as I stare at him. I vaguely hear a soft plop as he exits the woman and walks towards me. My ears even pick up when the woman calls for him to continue.
“You…” he whispers.
I stare at his oval face. Perfect nose and thin stubble that runs along his jaw and until his Adam’s apple. He has brown, straight, thick hair that’s parted on the side. Fair skin and irises with flecks of blue. He looks like a French heartthrob that graces on-screen films. Right, I remember that alpha Rico’s wife is French. But I think that the beautiful colors in his irises result from his shifting, not from his mixed race.
My eyes go downward. Even in his nudity, he has
