Alpha Loren

Leo's POV

When I came back upstairs after cleaning up the spaghetti I expected more angry glares and spiteful comments or a locked door at the very least but instead, I found her completely passed out.

She lay in a little ball on the bed, her eyes red and puffy and her cheeks tear-stained.

I sighed and sat next to her before brushing the loose strands of hair off her face. 

so small and symmetrical. Her eyelashes are black and long, the stark contrast of her short blonde hair and her white skin, pure and innocent. She is tiny too, barely even 5 ft 3, but her body curves like it was sculpted by the Gods.

is perfect and all I want to do

let me? Why aren't you like every other man's

she resists me and pushes me away, frustrates me in a way I never thought I'd have

alone and why I had to mark

because I'm too sharp with her or too rough or too commanding. But she's far too stubborn and strong-willed for me to be lenient with her. She'd take advantage and her safety would be compromised. And her safety is more important than her happiness. I hate seeing her this miserable