Desired By The Wrong Alpha

, and the low hum of voices layered over the sharp calls of nurses. Sloane moved through

ht years old and far too quiet for his age, he followed wherever she went. She didn't mind, his pr

she not

rrounded by a wall of black-clad bodyguards. Their pres

like situation. The territory was rich th

uncommon, but the way they stood, unyie

d her shoulders

said firmly, stepping closer

are cold enough to burn. "You can't touch our boss." His

, not hard enough to injure, but enough to humil

balled up. But when he tried to shield her, the bodyguard shov

hen the ai

ocating. The hairs on the back of Sloane's neck stood on en

c had

faltered, their hands twitching, feet shifting nervously as fear prickled throu

en reach him, the bodyguards dragged him away in a rus

ed in the air like

till racing, and found Dom

hers, dark, intense, carrying the weight of power and something else she

de, but neither she no

ng had

r. The silence between them pressed heavier than the Alpha's aura still lingeri

know th

xed forward. But he didn't answer. H

ing her. She shook it off and pushed

red man lay pale and sweating on the table, his chest heaving, while several doctors and nurse

anded on her, the

re," one doctor snap

replied firmly, stepp

g weakly against the sheet. His aura was volatile,

e. "Can't you see his anger? You'll only make

d to usher her out. "You're too young. Trea

ically escorting her out when th

ic en

ding silence. His gaze cut through the doctors be

respect, letting her near him is a risk. She insists she can treat

ane, his expression unreadable. "A

ed toward her, the weight o

the Moon Goddess's divine power." Her voice did

argued. "My Alpha, trusting her is a g

inic's tone c

them. His eyes n