Claimed By The Wolfless Alpha
She was wearing a pink linen dress, the sleeves rolled up to her elbows and on it I could see the bright yellow dots of mango juice that had stained her dress when she was probably cutting them.
Her black curly hair was up in a messy bun, tendrils floating around her face and leaving her neck exposed, as she liked to keep it since getting her mark, and she looked as breathtaking as usual.
She smiled, and I smiled back, patting the space to my right. Now I'll be in the middle of both women.
I reached for her hand, bringing it to my lips for a kiss.
“Hi,” she said.
“Hi,” I replied, stupidly.
Lyall surged forward, all control out of the window. ‘Just Hi? And a kiss on the hand? Very lame, Elian
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