Caught by the Alphas
she whispers as if she’s trying to make a fucking deal with me now.
What the hell is even happening? I promised mom I wouldn’t make a deal with the devil and this thing before me looks like I imagine a devil would.
I want the heart, but the price? Yeah, for as long as I don’t know what it is, I’m not that keen to exchange my left nut for the heart. I need my left nut.
Panic seizes me as images of this, whatever it really is, ehem, woman, grabbing my nut, runs through my mind.