Marked by the Alpha
Alex didn’t have a shirt on, and Lu was just in her bra.
“Our Pack will lose it,” my sister purred, batting her eyelashes at him. Her tone was coy as she ran a nail down Alex’s chest slowly. I felt sick. “Alpha Hector hates a fuss—and besides, Layla won’t be too happy.”
“I’ll protect you from all of them,” Alex said, lowering himself to kiss her forehead. He sounded confident, at ease, and a stranger listening to him would’ve thought that he was one of the greatest fighters we had. “I thought we agreed on not bringing her up when we’re together.”