Alpha Xavier And The Legend Of His Chosen Mate
Her white t-shirt fell below her butt, while the bottom of the jeans nearly covered her feet and dragged on the floor—Scarlet was a taller and curvier woman.
“So, who are you?” Scarlet pointed the question to her. “Do you have a name?”
“She's mute, I think,” I answered.
“Either way, she can't stay here, and you know why,” Scarlet said aloud. Using our mind link, she added, “It's not safe for our kind to mix,” as if she were giving me a warning.
No sooner did she sever our mind link than my beta mind linked with me. “Alpha, you have to come home now!” he bellowed.
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