Alpha Ren
Carefully casual, but presentable.
“Can I help you with anything, Alpha?” I ask softly.
He whirls around from where he was unbuttoning the top of his shirt. Sun kissed skin upon his chest shows more and more before he pauses his movements. I know he’s from the Passion Pack, which lies right on the coast. I can imagine him lounging upon perfect golden beaches framing foaming aqua water.
“Oh, you’re the girl who greeted us, right?” he questions, that quirk of a smile making me uneasy. “And the one who spilt Noah’s drink on his lap.”