ALPHA DANTE’S MATE
She got up from the ground and dusted her bum.
I stared at her amusingly, “You aren’t returning to the pack house looking like that, right?” She gave me a deadpan look, looking at herself before speaking.
“And what’s wrong with my look, Andrea?”
“You’re practically naked Alessia, N-A-K-E-D.” I spelled the words out.
“I know I’m naked Andrea, you don’t need to spell it out, and what’s bad about walking to the pack this way?” I groaned, facepalming myself.