HAIR DYE

Ophelia hovered over the sleeping boy curiously. His skin was as pale as milk, the bright red of his hair contrasting with it. His hair was as red as the first rays of dawn. He was as tall as Noah maybe a little shorter but he was too thin for his age. Ophelia doubted that it was because of lack of nutrients, him being the Alpha’s son and all that.

‘Perhaps what Noah said about him being sick was more serious than I thought?’ she thought, her hand moving impulsively to stroke away the strands escaping to his forehead.

“Merrick Fort,” she muttered his name, trying the sound of it on her lips.

As if the redhead could hear her, his eyes fluttered open. Ophelia withdrew her hands instantly with a gasp. She was too stunned to say anything so instead, she shared an awkward stare with the boy who seemed to be still half asleep. His caramel-colored eyes were still drowsy from sleeping, it had that mysterious gentleness to it. The kind that Ophelia never understood. For a minute there she