P.S. You're My Mate
Monica sat beside me, whispering in my ear, "Why does Alpha Silas look like someone stuck a Scorpion up his ass crack?"
I turned to her with an incredulous glare, "Where do you come up with these things?"
"My imagination. I would have said that he looks constipated but my words sounded cooler," she shrugged and then raised a perfectly arched raven colored brow at me, "Well, answer me!"
"Xander's scent had rubbed off on me and jealousy seems to he controlling Alpha Silas right now," I murmured, taking a piece of cottage pie to eat.
"You're playing with fire, Gracey baby."
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