ALPHA'S CLAIM
Her wolf relaxed slightly at his touch.
“Why don’t you introduce us, Tasha,” said Onyx.
She cleared her throat. “Guys, this is Jackson. Jackson, this is Jean, Trevon, and Onyx.” Picking up her wine glass, she took a long, comforting gulp.
“Nice to meet you all.” Jackson’s eyes danced from her to Onyx repeatedly, obviously noticing Onyx’s proprietary behavior.
“What do you do for a living, Jackson?” asked Onyx casually, needing to know every detail about this person, needing to create a profile in his head so he could figure out what the fuck it was that made Tasha want him over her mate. Her mate.
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