Sweets for the Ruthless Alpha

Infant Armor

Author: Vesper·in·Glass

Infant Armor

A rhythmic, blinding throb pulsed behind my eyes the moment I woke up. The headache was dreadful, a relentless pounding that made every sliver of morning light seeping through the curtains feel like a physical strike against my retinas. Despite the intense pain echoing in my skull, the morning went surprisingly smoothly. Today was warrior training day, and the orphans’ excitement was a chaotic, vi