THIS IS BOOK TWO - ALPHA CYRUS: FALLEN KING
When you're at the top, be careful not to fall down.
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"Madeline told me everything," I spoke up, sitting on the edge of the sink, a white towel wrapped around my chest.
Cyrus stood in front of me, between my legs. His towel was wrapped around his lower hips, damp hair, placing his hands on my thighs.
"She did?" He cocked his head to the side.
"Yeah, but why didn't you tell me?" I asked him, picking up his shaving tool kit and placing it on my lap.
"What exactly did she confess to?" He asked.
"Don't answer my question with another question, Alpha." I smiled and grabbed the shaving cream, shaking it a little before gently squeezing the cream out and placing it on Cyrus' overgrown beard.
"I didn't tell you because I didn't think it was important. I wanted to leave all that drama from my past - in the past." He admitted and his eyes went to the mirror behind me.
"She was the woman in that bed, Cyrus. That's a pretty big deal." I replied, my eyes focused on his jaw, spreading it out evenly with my hands.
"You could use the brush, you know," Cyrus commented and I shook my head.
"I want to be precise," I said and leaned in closer to him.
His purple eyes went down to me and watched me closely.
After a silent moment, I could still feel his eyes on me.
I lifted my eyes to meet his and a smile escaped my lips. "What?"
"Nothing," He shrugged, "I thank the Goddess each day that you're mine,"
My heart melted at the words and I forced myself to tear my eyes from his and focus on covering his mustache.
"You're so soppy," I teased and he chuckled, leaning down towards me and placing a quick kiss to my lips.
"And yeah, I was about four when I first saw her. My — Ragon," He cleared his throat and wrapped his arms around my waist, lowering himself down to my level.
"Ragon had told me that she was an assistant and obviously I believed him. But at that age, I didn't know what that role entailed." He continued and I nodded, turning the tap on and rinsing my hands out.
"On one faithful day, I was playing in the courtyard, with Mr. Macy - who was a very strong and young male at that time, we were playing soccer ⚽️ and the ball rolled over towards the shed." He pressed onwards.
I lifted up his razor and stared at it for a moment.
"What? Are you scared?" Cyrus asked.
"Your trust in me is shocking," I laughed and he chuckled.
"Just be careful, Nevaeh." He said.
"Even if I cut you, you'll heal in like a millisecond." I laughed and placed a kiss to his lips.
