Rhea.

His tender kisses traced a path across my face—first both cheeks, then my forehead, and finally, my eyes. His hands cradled my face, as if afraid I'd vanish into thin air. It's a warmth I've never felt before, a cocoon of acceptance and belonging. Yet, paradoxically, the desire to escape lingered beneath the surface.

In this moment, surrounded by affection, confusion clouded my mind. I should want to be here, feel content, but there's an inner turmoil. The pull to be here clashes with an unspoken longing for something else. It's a battle within myself, torn between what feels right and what my heart yearns for.

Alpha Damien—the source...