THE ALPHAS FATED MATE
“Please can I have a word with you before you leave?”
“Okay,” Pixie agreed. I growled my disapproval and she quieted me by pulling me down for a quick, chaste kiss.
“I don’t like it,” I said, already knowing what she would say.
“I know,” she said with a soft smile. She brushed the pad of her thumb across my cheekbone, her eyes following the movement for a moment. “But I’ll be right back. I promise.”