MATED TO MY POSSESSIVE BULLIES: THE ALPHA TRIPLETS
That was fair, because i wanted to mop the floor with her curls ever since i first met her.
Grey leaned against a nearby post, arms crossed as he watched with a detached expression. “Don’t hold back, Ramona,” he said casually.
Of course, he’d say that. He had no idea he thought e combat. If i failed, that said a lot about my teacher.
Ramona made the first move, lunging forward with surprising speed coming from oe who didnt seem like a werewolf. I sidestepped her attack, narrowly avoiding her strike, and countered with a quick jab aimed at her side. She twisted away, her grin widening as if she were enjoying this too much.