An Alpha for the Alpha
"Faster."
I swing my arms wildly to keep my balance. When I’m satisfied that I’m not about to tumble to my death, I snap, "I’m not going to do you a bit of good dead of a broken neck. And believe me, if I start to fall, the first thing I’m grabbing is your leg."
That shuts him up, and he doesn’t bother me again until we’re safely on the beach.
As I step onto the sand, I take a deep breath, feeling the cool night air fill my lungs. ’There’s something about the sea at night that makes everything feel alive,’ Cana remarks, her tone softening. ‘Especially when there’s a handsome man waiting for us.’