Alpha's Pet
Run first, cry later.
“So it’s true then…” a man to my left looks down at me, his eyes almost the same color as his outfit. He is completely dressed in gold, with a jewel encrusted owl shaped mask on. The only differentiating color is his hair, where one perfect brown curl is hanging over his forehead. “... You don’t have a wolf, officially, yet.” Trent dips the floozy, his hand sliding dangerously high on her thigh when this man’s voice becomes all that stands between me and destroying her. “Perhaps I could be persuaded to fill you in.”
And perhaps I would end up dead. If I am going to die, I’ll destroy that floozy first.
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