Pledged to the pack
he gives me a lazy smirk, “And I don’t wanna.”
I huff, “How uncouth.”
Arken raises a dark brow, his head tilting slightly in confusion, “What does that mean?”
Feeling a touch irritated by his lack of vocabulary, I tell him, “I believe one might also refer to this situation as a double-standard,” he bites his lower lip, one canine drawing a bead of blood. I cross my arms and groan, “You are expecting something from me which you yourself will not give.”
“Oh,” he rocks back on his heels, “No I’m not, I let it go,” he nods, “So you should too.”
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