The Alpha King is unavailable novel Chapter 60

glimpses of pale skin and delicate curves as she peeled off her blouse

“You’re watching!” she accused, catching my gaze in the reflection

I didn’t deny it. Tm making sure you don’t pass out from hypothermia.”

“You shameless-” she sputtered, yanking off her wet pants and throwing them at my head.

I caught them easily and tossed them aside. Reaching under the seat, I pulled out a Moonlight Thermal

Blanket specially designed for werewolf physiology

“Here,” I said, draping it around her shoulders without looking. This will help”

The blanket’s special moonstone fibers would help regulate her body temperature and provide comfort. I’d had it installed in all my vehicles after Lily’s illness, a precaution that now served her mother.

Olivia wrapped the blanket tightly around herself, still glaring but visibly relieved by its warmth. The

combination of alcohol, cold water, and emotional exhaustion was clearly taking its toll.

Within minutes, her eyelids began to droop. She fought against sleep, her head nodding forward before

jerking back up

Eventually, she lost the battle. Her head fell against the window as she drifted off, her breathing evening out

into the rhythm of sleep.

The vehicle hit a bump in the road, and Olivia’s head jerked toward the glass. Without thinking, I thrust my hand between her temple and the window, catching her head before it could impact.

Her soft hair brushed against my palm, and for a moment, I was transported back to simpler times–before Victoria’s return, before Lily’s illness, before everything fell apart.

Gently, I guided her head to rest on my shoulder instead of the hard window. She mumbled something

incoherent but didn’t wake

“Slow down,” I instructed Maxwell quietly. “Take the scenic route.”

“Yes, Alpha,” he replied, smoothly reducing our speed.

Olivia slept soundly against my shoulder, her face peaceful for the first time in years. Without the constant mask of defiance and pain, she looked younger, vulnerable in a way she never allowed herself to be while

awake.

I’d long suppressed.

The scent of her hair–moonflowers and rain–filled my senses, bringing with it memories I’d long s

Memories of a different time, a different us.