Chapter 42 You Are Still An Alpha

Neoma stood frozen.

The woman, Rosalie, was still holding Orion, her golden hair caught the morning light, and her blue eyes were bright. She was beautiful. Delicate. Soft in a way any man would want.

“I missed you,” Rosalie said. Her voice was soft. Sweet.

Orion did not pull away.

Neoma watched...

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