Chapter 29. Hall of Pleasure

Alpha Dargan’s POV

She was like a flower, delicate and demanding extra care and attention while I was no different from a hard, sturdy tree strong and built for all the hardships.

Her scent was deep into my beddings. A strand of her hair sprawled on the pillow as my fingers captured the brittle layer and brought it closer to my eyes and sniffed it with a moan.

She was the first woman in years I had no urge to feed on. She doesn’t feel like food, rather she feels like life.

I could picture her swollen parted lips, disheveled hair pressed softly to my pillow as we fell apart and snuggled closer as sleep overtook us. The nightmares didn’t come, it was a normal sleeping routine each night but with Anabelle, I slept soundly and for the first time in years I knew what it was like to sleep in peace.

I’m a man filled with troubles and demons he’s fighting regularly.

Her warmth and our little coupling last night had rubbed off on my mood positively. The br