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

Even now, as everywhere was shut, I felt like someone would appear out of nowhere and attack. I was still in my underwear so I wore some clothes. Just in case any assassin came at me again, I would be dressed for the fight. 


Before coming out the door, I had to check and recheck. I couldn't take the risk of opening the door for an assassin like I had done before. I opened the door a little and used a mirror to check if there was anyone by the left or right. When I was sure it was safe, I opened the door. 


And there he was. Trager looked like he had been forced to drink some bitter herbal drink. “What happened to you?” I asked, “Was it really your father?” 


“No. He— he's not the one.” Trager said before hugging me. “Thank you.” 


I was confused. Were we talking about the same topic? He held me firmly for a couple of seconds. It was so comfortable being in his arms. I felt so safe. 


A Fateful Decision