Alpha of Nightmares
Alec narrowed his eyes at each of them.
Persephone rolled her eyes. “I can if he can.” she snorted. I elbowed her, giving her a stern look. She sighed. “Yes, I’m capable of being a professional, Alpha Alec.” She reiterated being polite for my sake.
‘But if that old fuck talks down about my age, gender, or shit about dad again, I’m killing him.’ Persephone added in our family link. ‘And you have my permission if he does.’ I nodded. “Yes, Alpha.” Gianpaolo bowed his head.