The Rejected Alpha Queen
Ronan muttered, stepping aside to let him in.
Luka leaned back in his chair, watching Keiran with mild amusement. Then, with a smirk, he asked, "Where’s Nelly?"
Keiran’s jaw tightened. "That’s none of your business."
Luka let out a low chuckle. "Oh, but it is my business. You see, I need a lady for the night. Maybe I’ll come and get Nelly after all. That’s her duty, isn’t it?"
The words had barely left Luka’s mouth before Keiran lunged at him, his fist flying toward Luka’s face.