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Alpha King Ozar.

“Ozar—” Yeri says but I have seen the color of her nipples and the slope of her breasts. To my notice, because I used to be in total awe of her body—they looked fuller, bigger.

“I wasn’t told you were here,” Yeri says, her voice trembles slightly as she fidgets with the robe in her hands, hastily tying it across her body. Her fingers move quickly, though not quickly enough to hide what I’ve seen. She pulls the fabric tighter closer and I walk towards her. At once, I tower over her.

I do not say a word—I think my silence is more imposing than anything I could utter. I notice of her damp hair, the curls clings to her neck and shoulders, still fresh from the shower. The scent of bubbles and soap lingers in the air and she places a hand on her chest, instinctively pushing the fabric higher to cover her exposed skin.

“You’re—”

“You are injured.”

Yeri’s gaze softens as she notices the fresh scar marring my face. She lifts her hand to touch it but before she can make c