Alpha Caius and the Runaway Luna
“She’s something alright. The tattoos can be removed, of course. Technology today is incredible. Just last week I was telling my mate—”
“Say another thing about my fiancé’s body and I’ll shatter your mate-bond along with your neck,” Caius said, his tone as calm as if he’d rattled off some comment about the weather.
For a moment, the balding male didn’t register his words. When they finally sank in his eyes nearly popped out of his head. A few beads of sweat formed along his bushy, unkempt brows.
I fluttered my lashes up at Caius, my traitorous heart hammering from having been defended in front of these wealthy males. Smiling coyly at the simpering, balding man, I flashed my teeth in a predat