My Father Sold Me to a bunch of Crazy Alphas

I am in Emiliano’s arms once again.

And it’s warm.

I can’t hear what he is saying.

It could be my pheromones finally calming down.

Could be my collapse finally happening.

Or just the fact that I’m grateful to be alive.

After Lior died because of me, after I left Killian collapsed in his own pool of vomit-

I am relieved to be alive.

How selfish.

I feel the tears I tried to suppress for so long dropping unstoppably on Emiliano’s shirt.

My fingers cramp around his neat button-up, desperate to glue his chest to my face.

His scent is so calming. Soft. Invasive.