The kiss

Alpha Marcus reached for her cheeks, gently tucking her hair behind her ears as he whispered, “Tell me why I won’t love you.” He sighed deeply, and she returned his gaze with a soft smile.

“I don’t want to stress you; you should be resting after training,” he said, concern evident in his voice.

She clicked her tongue and shook her head slightly. “I already had my rest; I’m here for you,” she replied softly, her eyes locked onto his as she held his hand on her cheek.

“What does it feel like?” she whispered; her voice barely audible.

“Pain… excruciating pain,” he admitted, his eyes reflecting the torment he felt.

She squinted at him, a look of realization crossing her face. “You’re the guy from my dreams, aren’t you?”

He sighed and nodded reluctantly. “Hate to admit it, but yeah.”

“Oh, goodness… I can understand how you feel,” she said, her empathy clear.

“You should stop worrying yourself,” he replied, his fingers trailing gently across her cheeks.

“You see things in your dreams. That