The Jilted Alpha
I growl low in my chest, and she smirks.
“You shouldn’t treat me with kid gloves, Joshua. I’m stronger than I look. Is that why you don’t train with me hard?”
“I’m almost six and a half feet tall, Jordyn. I don’t want to hurt you.” I said, stating the obvious.
She scoffed, “I’ve dealt with men taller than you, Joshua.”
I growl low in my chest again, “Are you trying to make me jealous, spitfire?”
She grinned, “Is it working?”
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