Carl
Holy shit! Is this pussy looking for death?
I peek at Alvar’s face. His expression has turned completely dark, his breathing getting heavier by the second, but he doesn’t say a word. He ignores the idiot in the pink suit. Instead, he turns to me. “Show Alpha Craig and Mr. Smith Jr. to their seats in the front row.”
Smith Jr. strolls over, rolling his eyes with a tone full of disdain. “Look at him, all lovey-dovey. I can’t believe anyone would actually love him. If that poor woman wasn’t his Mate, she’d probably run the hell away.”
“Kevin, enough,” Craig glares at his son. “This is a big day for Alvar, so shut your mouth before I beat you.” Then he turns to Alvar, “Don’t mind him, Alvar. You know he’s an idiot. Don’t let him ruin your wedding.”
Alvar says that it’s fine in a dark face, which surprises me a lot. It’s rare for him to hold back anger like that. Alvar used to deck Kevin for talking shit before. Maybe it’s because it’s his wedding day? He seems softer, more tolerant th
