Ghost - Alpha

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his lap as he sat on the bed. He buried his face in your neck, breathing you in, his grip tight as if he'd never let go again.

You were a mess, and you looked it. Your eyes were red, tears streaming down your face. Your hair was messy and unkempt, and your hands were shaking. You had a death grip on the blanket, your knuckles white. You were in heat.

He sat on the bed, pulling you into his lap. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close. Soap took that as his sign to leave, closing the door behind him.