My Angel: The Tribrid Alpha’s Obsession
"Look at my wife. Absolute menace."
"Azren!" I squeak, trying to hide my sauce-smeared face behind my hands, laughing despite the embarrassment. "Stop filming! I look disgusting right now. There's sauce everywhere!"
"You look perfect," he insists, still recording, his tired eyes sparkling with amusement. "My cute, hungry little wolf. Say hi to the camera, Angel."
I groan and lunge forward on my knees, trying to snatch the phone while still holding the empty bowl. "Delete that! This is blackmail material!"