22-Married A Crazy Alpha King

Carena:

I gulped hard, rubbing my eyes in disbelief. My ears were practically buzzing. There's just no way he could whistle when he couldn't even let out a sigh too loud.

He stood there shirtless, clad only in black pants. His hair was damp as if he'd just stepped out of the shower, and his abs gleamed as if he'd slicked them with oil, though it must have been water.

In one hand, he held a spatula, likely whipping up pancakes. My mind slowly grasped the reality of what I was witnessing. It was truly him, not some figment of my imagination or, should I say, a nightmare.

But how?

He busted out some little dance moves as he continued to revel in his moment. The tattoo on his back looked even more enchanting against the backdrop of his muscular physique.

After blinking repeatedly to confirm that it was indeed him, I found myself at a loss. Should I confront him?

No!

We were completely alone here, and the way he had everyone fooled made me wonder if confronting him in this moment would be