My Fake Alpha Boyfriend
"I guess so. I will go find Eve tomorrow and maybe we will become friends. I've never met a werewolf-angel hybrid before. I bet she is super nice!"
"And pretty." I grin. "Angels are supposed to be the finest specimens around."
Ivy's eyes suddenly turn dark, and I see a glint of jealousy in them.
"What's wrong?" I ask, sensing her sudden shift in mood.
Ivy looks away, avoiding my gaze. "Nothing. I just don't like it when you talk about other girls."
"I was just joking, Ivy," I say, trying to reassure her.
"I know," Ivy replies, still not meeting my eyes. "It's just...I don't know. I don't like the idea of you finding someone else attractive."