Alpha King and Queen

The bakery continued to be my refuge, the rhythmic dance of kneading dough and the comfo

ack territory, I found myself drawn to the edge of the woods. The whispers of th

ated by the distant murmur of a couple locked in a passionate argument. Intrigu

he night air. "Emily, we can't keep pretending. This

and desperation. "What do you mean, Jake? We

ght. "The bond might have chosen us, but I can't for