Chapter 926 Alina Rumpley’s Tears Tug Hard on His Nerves
- Cayden Moore set her clothes aside, bent over, wrung out the towel, and wiped her face. His touch was feather-light, scared he’d scuff that porcelain skin.
- “No women either.” He laid down his claim, pure alpha.
- Alina Rumpley was his. No one else got to look.