Alpha Noah
I greet.
Noah sits behind his desk, looking at me under those dark brows, brooding. I don’t think I’ve ever seen that man smile. Ever. He’s always moody, hating me to the deepest core of him. I don’t blame him, because I don’t particularly like him either. And not just because his mate is mine, but because he really can’t lighten up. Does he even know what fun is?
“This wouldn’t have had to be arranged if you didn’t screw everything over,” he mutters, gritting his back teeth in the way that really drives me insane. I suppose that habit of his is only appears when I’m around to rile him up. “What happened to our deal?”
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