An Alpha for the Alpha
He raises a brow “Surely you can do better than that sweetie.”
Cana growls. ‘I can bite you, you bastard.’
"I could,” This time I growl, “But I'm in polite company.”
“You don't mean Fire Moon?” Typhon says with a laugh as he flicks his head toward his grinning friend, “She is about the least polite company I know.”
“However,” She cuts in, “I would have to agree with the boy on his assessment of your character, Cerberus,” She turns to me, “He's a brute.”