Mairee

Look, I’m not here to make friends. I’m here to do a job and get the hell out. Trager’s just another messed-up Alpha who can’t handle his own problems, so now I’m stuck being his emotional support because apparently, no one else will. And yeah, the guy’s a virgin. A freakin' Alpha virgin. But don’t get any ideas, okay? I’m here to fix him, not fall for him. Not that I could ever fall for a guy who’s as broody as a storm cloud. Besides, his brother Jax has enough heat to keep me entertained. So, why am I even considering staying in this Vallum full of testosterone and ego? Well, that’s none of your business.



My Virgin Alpha

Feather-like touches glided over my skin and every strand of hair on my body stood on ends as a wave of desire washed over me. 


A wave so small it couldn't have been equivalent to 10 drops of water. A wave so small it would take all the effort of an average man, a real man, to grasp its presence. 


But I was there. And that's enough for a man like me. 


The gentle touches grew more intense with each second that passed and a voice whispered into my ear in the softest of tones. 


“Trager,” her melodious voice echoed against the walls of my soul and I couldn't help but wonder if she were one of the goddess’ angels or if she was a siren from the deepest parts of the ocean. 


“Trager!” Her voice sharpened like the edge of a cliff and my heart pounded against my ribs as I felt her control wash over me. 


She's definitely a siren. A creature created with the looks that represent peace and kindness but destined to slaughter any unsuspecting fool in her path. 


Training the Alpha