Ezra
I opened my eyes slowly, blinking a few times as I tried to figure out where I was.
Then I realized someone was holding me.
I turned slightly and froze.
Alpha Allen.
I was pressed against him.
His white hair was spread across the pillow, soft and messy, falling over his face. He wasn't wearing a robe or a shirt. His skin looked smooth under the morning light, and for a moment, all I could do was stare. How could one person look this beautiful? It felt so surreal.
I didn't even notice how long I had been staring until his eyes opened.
Those green eyes locked onto mine immediately.
"Good morning, little mischief," he said, his voice low and rough from sleep.
It sent a small shiver down my spine.
"How do you feel?" he asked.
I swallowed.
"I'm okay," I said.
He studied my face for a second.
"Last night, I lost control for a moment," he said. "My pheromones were stronger than I expected. That's why you passed out."
