Alpha King Dimitrio.
As a Gevaudan beast, my hearing sensitivity are heightened more than one can imagine. And in this case, her breathing is gentle. I carried her in my own arms after she fainted—she was light as a feather. And now, she is lying on the large canopy bed of her bedroom and I have been staring at her for the past two hours. Her features are delicate, framed by cascading locks of midnight hair that spills over the pillows. I told myself that the wolfen means nothing to me but yet, I pictured her to find release. It makes no sense. Once again, it makes no sense that I have been watching her sleep, and finding peace in it.
She is disobedient to me. She is unwilling and a healer, a damn healer—isn’t that enough to make this damn feeling that I have for her go away? I don’t eve
