Claimed by the Ruthless Alpha Prince
“I’m not very interested, I’m afraid.”
“Reading is a very attractive trait,” he replies, still playing with my hair. “Intelligence is beautiful.”
I can’t help but smile despite the heat creeping up my cheeks. “You’re very good with your words.”
“Only when I’m properly inspired,” he says with a grin that makes my wolf rumble with satisfaction.
The sound of footsteps makes me look up, and irritation flares through me instantly.
Seth is marching toward us across the garden, his face thunderous, green eyes blazing with fury. His jaw is set in that dangerous way that means someone’s about to get hurt, and every line of his body radiates barely controlled rage.