AMARIS
I could not stop thinking about that hug.
The way Alpha Corvin had gone completely still when I wrapped my arms around him, like I had broken a part of him by touching him without permission.
He had not hugged me back, had not moved at all really, just stood there like a statue while I pressed myself against his chest.
But it had been warm.
And underneath that hard shell of a man, underneath all that cruelty and calculated coldness, I could have sworn I felt something softer and almost human.
I rolled over in bed and punched my pillow, trying to find a position that would let my brain shut up for five minutes.
This was ridiculous.
I obviously had daddy issues because now I was drawn to Alpha Corvin of all people, the man who literally told me I was nothing more than a womb with legs, the man who made my sicko brother lick my feet in front of hundreds of people just to prove a point about power.
