Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 87050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
I felt a jolt of recognition course through me. This had to be Gamma.
He drew closer. The sheer grace of his movements made my heart rate accelerate. Despite his imposing stature, he covered ground with a fluid elegance that spoke of tightly controlled power. The crowd seemed to part instinctively before him, as if sensing the aura of authority that surrounded him.
I found myself captivated by the play of emotions across his face as he approached. I could see warmth there, certainly, but also a keen intelligence and something else—a spark of curiosity, perhaps even hunger, that made my heart race.
It seemed almost absurd that this regal, commanding figure could be here for me. And yet, as he drew near, his eyes never left mine. I felt a strange connection forming, a pull toward him that I couldn’t explain. Part of me knew it was likely due to my gratitude toward Alpha for saving me, transferring some of those feelings to his brother. But there was something more, something primal and undeniable that made my pulse quicken.
When he finally stood before us, Gamma’s lips curved into a smile that seemed both charming and somehow predatory. His gaze swept over me appreciatively before he spoke, his voice a deep, melodious rumble that sent shivers down my spine.
“You must be Tessara,” he said, the sound of my name on his lips making my breath catch. “You’re just as beautiful as Alpha told me.”
I felt heat rush to my cheeks, a fierce blush blooming across my face at his words. My stomach seemed to flip, a swarm of butterflies taking flight within me. I opened my mouth to respond, but found myself at a loss for words, captivated by the intensity of his gaze and the overwhelming presence of this extraordinary man—or not a man, really, but something more… alien and yet so vibrantly human.
I felt my cheeks burning as I struggled to find words to respond to Gamma’s compliment. My mind betrayed me, conjuring unbidden images of what his powerful blue form might look like beneath those finely tailored Prosperian clothes. I imagined broad shoulders tapering to strong hips, rippling muscles moving smoothly under alien skin.
Against my will, my gaze traveled lower, tracing the lines of his body. I found myself wondering if he could truly be as well-endowed as his brother, remembering with a jolt of forbidden excitement how Alpha’s massive member had stretched Sala so impossibly. Heat pooled low in my belly at the thought, and I felt a treacherous wetness beginning to gather between my thighs.
I tried desperately to banish the inappropriate thoughts, but they clung stubbornly to the edges of my mind. The elegant cut of Gamma’s frock coat only served to emphasize his powerful physique, and I found my eyes drawn to the way the fabric stretched across his broad chest. His large blue hands looked strong yet oddly graceful, and I couldn’t help but imagine how they might feel against my skin.
The hubbub of the refugee center faded into the background as I stood transfixed, lost in Gamma’s calm gaze. The air between us seemed to crackle with an electric tension that I couldn’t explain. I was acutely aware of every breath, every subtle shift of his body. The scent of him—a blend of something crisp and clean with an underlying muskiness that was uniquely alien—filled my senses, making me lightheaded.
Time seemed to stretch and warp around us. I knew I should say something, anything, to break the spell that had fallen over us. But words failed me, my tongue feeling thick and clumsy in my mouth. I could only stand there, trembling slightly, as unwelcome, unbecoming desire continued to build within me.
My body felt like a coiled spring, tension singing through every nerve. My nipples had hardened to tight peaks, pressing almost painfully against the fabric of my gown. The slickness between my thighs was becoming impossible to ignore, and I shifted uncomfortably, trying to ease the ache that was building there.
The silence between us grew heavy, pregnant with unspoken possibilities. I saw something flicker in Gamma’s eyes—a hint of hunger, perhaps, or understanding. Did he know the effect he was having on me? Could he sense the confusion of emotions warring within me—fear, excitement, shame, and a desperate, aching need I couldn’t begin to understand?
Just when I thought I might combust from the intensity of the moment, Alpha’s deep voice cut through the tension.
“We should accompany Tessara to see the Prosperian magistrate,” he said, his tone gentle but firm. “They can begin the asylum process for her.”
I let out a shaky breath, both relieved and oddly disappointed by the interruption.
Alpha’s words seemed to break the spell that had fallen over us. I blinked, coming back to myself with a rush of embarrassment. How long had I stared at Gamma like some lovestruck fool? The noises of the refugee center crashed back over me, making me flinch.