THE TRIPLET ALPHAS AND THEIR REJECTED MATE
She smirked, pushing her hair behind her ear.
“Why are you doing this?” I asked, gripping the edge of the couch.
“You already know why, but for clarification purposes, I will repeat it.” She paused, then continued. “Stay away from the brothers, they are mine, not yours.” She snapped.
“I…” I started, but she interrupted,
“Stay away from the them, I don’t want to repeat myself, am I clear?” She asked.
“Yes.” I gulped, still gripping the couch. Smirking, she grabbed her phone and purse and after one look at me, she stormed out of the living room.
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