The silence between us felt heavier than any threat. I was still kneeling, my palms pressed against the cold marble floor of his quarters, my breath trembling in the dim light that filtered through the curtains.
Alpha Zach sat across from me, silent, composed, dangerous as ever. He hadn't moved since I entered. He didn't speak aloud, didn't make a single sound, but his presence filled every corner of the room like smoke.
And then-it happened.
I heard his inner voice
"Inner voice: She looks like a wildflower by the roadside…"
The words slipped into my mind, soft and unexpected not mocking, not cruel. For once, his inner voice didn't cut like a knife. It lingered, curious. Almost admiring.
My breath caught in my throat.
"Inner voice: So small. So fragile. Yet still trying to stand against the wind."
My heart thudded once painfully, sharply. I froze, unable to look up, afraid that if I moved, I'd shatter the fragile moment.
Was he talking about me?
