The Alpha's Rose
Good.
I feel his aura fill the confines of the car, “YES, I AM!” I laugh even harder.
“No, you aren’t. Alpha command won’t work on me, dumb dumb.” Kent’s nostrils flare and his face reddens as his anger intensifies. Then, like a light switch, it’s all gone. He leans forward toward me and smiles. His emerald green eyes, the ones that mine match identically, sparkle with mischief. Great. He’s going to say something I’m going to hate; I can feel it coming.