The Alpha's Pen Pal
“She seemed upset, so I told her she could take as long as she needed.”
“What’s wrong?” I asked him.
“I don’t know. I try not to meddle in the lives of… my dancers.”
“Says the man who—”
“Finish that sentence and I won’t let you in to see her,” he warned, although there was a hint of humor in his voice.
An involuntary low threatening rumble released from my chest, issued by my Lycan without my permission.
“Interesting,” Peter mused, and I could just picture the smug little smile he got sometimes. “I’ll see you soon, Alpha,” he teased, and then the line went dead.