In Good Terms

Alpha Draco woke up with an uneasy feeling on his head. He has been chained on his bed for four days now, with food only placed on the small table beside him. He can only get out of the room on personal necessities and he needs to be guided by someone. The guards standing outside the door does not really help him at all.

Marion stood at the other side of the door. His heart was drumming in his chest. He placed his hand on where his heart is and sighed. For many times, he has evaded a direct encounter with the Great Alpha. Now, he’s too close to him. With only a thin rectangular oakwood door to separate them.

“Open the door.” – he managed to say to the guard who then held the door knob and opened it slowly.

Inside, the Great Alpha turned from his bed. He looked at the unfamiliar face of his visitor. There’s not a hint of recognition on his face. But that’s justifiable. They haven’t met before. Nor have they talked. The face of the Virgo Alpha has been a mystery.

Not until now.

“Alpha