173-alpha’s dirty secret

MICHAEL GOTHAM

I had always loved watching the woman sleep. Elena’s porcelain face was perfection, save for the faded purple bruises she had gotten from her fall, she looked like the moon goddess herself.

Black silky hair was already out in a cloud above her and those full pink lips half-parted in her sleep.

“Goodbye, my love,” I whispered, before pressing my lips into her forehead and brushing my knuckles over her face lightly, afraid to wake her.

“Blasted hells,” I muttered as I ran through the forest, shifting back into my human just in time to slip into the Gotham fortress through the back gates and jog up to the servant’s quarters.

I’d turned and walked out of the room without another word but I could still feel Elena’s sweet scent wafting around me like a calming breeze.

I glanced around the empty courtyard and snapped off a dress I had seen hanging by the drying line, wrapping it all over my body and wrinkling my nose at the sharp floral scent that masked Elena’s own.

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