LOVE IN THE PALACE

She reminisced about his fiery red hair, his captivating eyes, the tantalizing taste of his lips, and the reassuring grip of his hands on her waist as they shared a kiss that left her breathless. Her heart raced at the mere memory. She couldn't fathom how she, Moheazttha, had fallen so deeply for a "bloody fang" - a term she once used to disdainfully describe his kind. Yet, Joz was different. He made her feel seen, happy, and secure in ways she never thought possible. For the first time, she felt like a woman, not just a strong alpha. She adored how he took control, his endearing social awkwardness, and his unique perspective on the world. Even the way he pronounced her name - "MOHEZA" - sent shivers down her spine, she believed if you're in love with someone, even the way you pronounce their name is different, with love and affection, emphasis on every syllable. His eyes, hair, smirk, and gentle care all captivated her.