Alpha King Dimitrio.
One week after,
I extend both of my hands toward Melissa, a gesture of regal courtesy. When I do this, her cheeks blossoms into a deeper shade of pink. She places her delicate hands into mine, feeling the warmth that radiates from my touch. With a gentle yet firm grasp, I guide her out and carefully, she steps down, the fabric of her gown cascading gracefully around her. Our faces are close so that our breaths mix and I look at her lips, while she looks at mine—it is unspoken but the attraction between us is growing thicker.
My focus on her does not waver or leave as her feet is firmly on the ground. In the past week, we rode together in the carriage and I got to know things about her. More than three times during our journey, she begged to stop the carriage to sav
