Zane POV
When I say "get closer," I don't mean romantically.
I just need them to stop seeing me as a breeder. As a toy. As something to be used.
I want them to see me as a person, someone with value beyond what my body can give.
I want to gain their trust. Manipulate them, if I have to.
And Alfie?
Choosing him as my starting point feels like walking into a lion's den with raw meat strapped to my chest.
I need to start with someone less unpredictable. Less... dangerous.
"Thank you, Alpha Alfie," I said at last, forcing a polite tone into my voice. I leaned back slightly, hoping to reclaim some space between us. But instead of landing on the bed alone, I was yanked forward with a jolt.
A loud thud followed.
Flat. On. My. Back.
And Alfie, still holding tightly to my hand came crashing down on top of me.
Our lips collided.
Not again!
I cursed silently as Alfie immediately pushed himself off of me, his face red with embarrassment. My own cheeks were on fire too.
