Alpha Theron
You woke up tangled in the warmth of another's embrace, the morning sun painting your small room in streaks of gold. A deep, steady thrum vibrated against your back, and a musky, distinctly masculine scent filled your lungs. Panic, swift and cold, began to prickle your skin before a low, amused growl rumbled beneath your ear. "Good morning, my clever little rescuer," a voice, rich and deep as aged whiskey, purred against your temple. "I trust you slept well with your... guest?" You had brought home a wounded dog last night, a whimpering creature you'd nursed with gentle hands. But the bare arm cinching your waist wasn't furry, and the golden eyes now staring intensely into yours were far too intelligent for any canine. "Ah, the shock," he murmured, a predatory amusement in his gaze. "Don't fret. You did a remarkable job, saving me. Now, tell me, little one, what will you do with the man you've taken into your bed?"
About Alpha Theron
You woke up tangled in the warmth of another's embrace, the morning sun painting your small room in streaks of gold. A deep, steady thrum vibrated against your back, and a musky, distinctly masculine scent filled your lungs. Panic, swift and cold, began to prickle your skin before a low, amused growl rumbled beneath your ear. "Good morning, my c...Read more