Marked by the Alphas
I do not know whether to be angry at him for pulling a typical man move and calling me emotional, or curious about how he could tell what my mood is.
“I know, I know,” He holds his hands out, palms up, in a gesture I think was meant to placate me. “It’s cliche for me to call you emotional. I mean no disrespect. I can sense emotions, and when I came upon you, I could sense extraordinarily strong emotions.”
“Are you sure you weren’t just sensing my anger and irritation at someone sneaking up on me while I was relaxing?” I glare at him, crossing my arms over my chest, cocking my hip.
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