I need to breathe.

Looking straight at the Alpha’s eyes made me feel like an egg being tossed in the frying pan.

I can feel my soul drifting away. Every existence of me burning and changing into something. I can feel my flesh being slowly turned into a meal, my mind becoming yolky.

That’s what I feel when I stare at him.

And obviously, I was the first one to lower my gaze—one minute after that intense encounter.

I cringed. Yes, I still feel like an egg being fried—except my soul has now returned to the abyss of my being.

My eyes found the towel did nothing to hide the...