Alpha Arkon;

Should I damn the consequences and fuck her hard, or should I let her slip away from my hands?

My decision fights within me and my brain overshadows my urge. I let go of her and straightened up on my feet. Picking up my shirt, “We can’t do this, Camilla.”

“Why, Alpha?” She moves away from the wall.

“You are the sister of my fated mate, and this is wrong,” I throw my shirt on my body.

“Not my cursed sister again. Why always h…?”

“What do you mean ‘cursed?” My hands stop right at my button.

“She carries the curse of the Blood Moon, Alpha. Any male...