Think Alora, Think!
Alora cupped her throat as the unknown apprehension greeted her sanity. She couldn't endanger her identity to anyone here.
"I can't…"
"My Mate is afraid of my sweet punishments, Sierra. That's why she is inflexible in things that are related to me."
Alora heard the stern voice, interrupting her excuse and both of them turned their heads towards Crimson who was walking toward Alora with his mighty form. Alora couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief at his interruption.
The long black coat on his grand form was adding more intimidating vibes to his personality. Crimson stopped near her and placed a chaste kiss on her cheek before wrapping his arm around her waist. Alora looked at him blankly as He threw a charming smile with a wink her way.