Alpha's Pet
Marie Nighthere i am once again torn into pieces
Corbyn warns, turning her back around to face Trent before he leans closer than I would to the Alpha’s little captive, “don’t be so unreasonable.”
“Unreasonable?” She half screeches, angling away from him as she turns her attention back to Trent, “If you want to, go be with her,” she points down the hallway behind her, “then go.” Her chest is heaving up and down as her brows pull together and a low growl is coming from Trent.
The blade passes over each finger as it flips in my hand and all I can picture is lodging it in Trent’s throat right now.
Not yet. Not unless he forces my hand. My little pet is playing a dangerous game right now, but my gut tells me she’s got this handled.
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