Previously referred to as "A Weekend With The Alpha," he stood and approached, each step heightening my heart's tempo. As his hand gently caressed my cheek, sending tingles down my spine, I involuntarily responded to his touch, just as before. He leaned in, his warm breath teasing my face, making it hard for me to think straight. "You should flee, Zera," he whispered, his voice raw and potent, causing a shiver to pass through me. "It's wise to distance yourself from someone like me." "I refuse to run," I insisted, feeling exhausted by his manipulative tactics. It was clear what he desired, and I found myself drawn to him as well. His nose brushed against mine, their foreheads touching, and he continued, "Darling, you should. I won't be like those young men you've encountered. I won't stop at your command; I'll delve deep into your thoughts and spirit. You'll be mine, body and soul."
