Cursed Beta And Her Mates
His perceptiveness always left me impressed.
I nodded. “He had some history with my grandmother. Or maybe he just hated that she was a witch.”
“That’s strange, because the Josh I know is someone who loves researching witchcraft; he finds witches fascinating. For him to hate your grandmother enough to...”
“Bill, shut up,” Akai nudged Bill’s arm.
We stepped aside, hands clasped behind our backs to make way for the man stepping out of the car.
Josh Morgan. His hair was flecked with silver, he had no mate, yet he still looked healthy and powerful. He wore dark sunglasses that obscured his eyes. He looked straight ahead, not glancing at us as he passed.