Alpha Arthur. She is mine
I hate people laying their fingers on my skin, and that’s final.
“Are you mad at me, Elara?” she moves closer to me, and I throw my face to the side. Not the scent again. Please, not. How do I tell her to back off without sounding rude toward her? I'm allergic to a lot of things, and whatever scent was coming out of her, was one of them. The scent made my stomach tighten, and I felt like puking.
“Elara, I'm sorry I couldn't save you from
those beasts, pls don’t be mad at me.”