Not His
He went five days without contacting me until I received a message alert from an unknown number on my phone.
-Dinner tonight
It wasn’t a question. The Alphahole is back.
-Busy
I responded, going back to work. My phone pinged again.
-Wasn’t a request. Wear something athletic. I’ll pick you up at eight.
I ground my teeth in frustration. My wolf was happy with excitement; meanwhile, I was confused. I hated Hunter and yet, maybe, I was also looking forward to seeing him? UGH! Stupid mate bond! If only he didn’t Alpha command me to not accept his rejection!