Alpha Ren
Who knows what his plans are beyond the surface of the water.
“Come in, the waters nice,” he taunts, swimming even further out. I mutter profanities under my breath, but regardless, I wade in also, wishing the water was actually nice, and not ice cold and bitter.
“The water is not nice,” I snap, as I finally reach him, the water reaching up past my breasts. My feet only just touch the sand on the bottom.
This is not ideal.