Mated To The Beastly Alpha
Leticia crossed her legs and closed her eyes, “Well, you're moving too fast. It's not time, dear.”
Marisol returned to her own position, mimicking Leticia's pose. “No, I'm not. Don't try to feed me with your doubts, I'll rip your head off.”
Leticia cackled, but Marisol could feel the fear coursing through her. She focused her thoughts on Guinevere. And as Leticia had said, she could feel Guinevere's minions prowling within the pack, seemingly in search of something.
The sight of them infuriated her, and with a loud growl, she sent them scampering. When she opened her eyes again, she met Leticia's curious gaze.