Hiding The Alpha’s Son: My Ex
he said sharply, almost too fast.
“Oh?” Azaic raised a brow, still calm. “And what kind is that?”
“The kind who goes out with a different girl every other night,” Darius snapped. “You literally hooked up with someone yesterday, Azaic. You don’t even remember her name, do you?”
Azaic shrugged, unapologetic. “Probably not. But last time I checked, I wasn’t married. Or mated. Or claimed.”
Darius’s nostrils flared.