KING OF THE CURSED

(Hall of pleasure)

Alpha Dargan POV

She was like a flower, delicate and demanding extra care and attention while I was no different from a hard, sturdy tree strong and built for all the hardships.

Her scent was deep into my beddings. A strand of her hair sprawled on the pillow as my fingers captured the brittle layer and brought it closer to my eyes and sniffed it with a moan.

She was the first woman in years I had no urge to feed on. She doesn't feel like food, rather she feels like life.

I could picture her swollen parted lips, disheveled hair pressed softly...