His grip on her legs as he pulled them down was gentler than she had expected. She was used to the pain and had braced for it as he marched toward her with such intense anger in his gaze.
However, as he touched her, it felt like there was a plea in his touch. She never intended to put up a fight, but there was no way she could even think of doing so now.
He parted her legs easily, and his weight as he rested on her was strangely comfortable. But it was the look in his eyes that she found even stranger. He was staring at her with a look she didn't recognize.
"Alpha Keenan?" She softly asked, forgetting her terror and worries.
She had to stop herself from cupping his face. Each time, she was reminded he really was the most important. Seeing a side of him she usually wouldn't have made her so hopeful.
He didn't respond; rather, he kissed her neck, and she couldn't help but react to the sensation. She could tell exactly what was about to happen, and she had no plans to stop him.
