17

Ilaria

I ignored his comment and directed my gaze on the black screen.

Something about watching the LED always intrigued me. I remember the day clearly, when I had the very first and last leverage to watch a show with the pack members. It was worth the experience---good and bad both.

"Do you think you're in the position to ignore your Alpha?"

My lungs expanded and I heaved a deep sigh, with difficulty. It still ached.

"What do you want, Alpha?" My tired orbs met his fuming face. Gosh he was a huge handsome hunk but his personality? was shit. Those dark blue eyes that reflected the color of the ocean in the sun, thick lashes and cupid lips, got me drooling right there and then.

"Being half dead for straight three whole days brought a bit too much confidence, no?" He hissed and wrapped his arms over his chest which did wonders to his bulging tattooed fore-muscles. "Or you just might be trying to act all angry but sadly, all of your effort failed?" I retorted back, blankly.

Honestly what