Alpha Arthur. She is mine
He starts the car, and drives off.
“Where are you heading to, Alpha?”
“Some place you will like. A place that will go in line with your wolf,” he replies, his eyes fixed on the windshield.
“How does he even know a place that will go in line with my Wolf,” sending my face downward as I mutter the words.
“I can hear youuuuu,” he announces in a playful manner, and I giggle, “Very childish.”
“What music do you love, Elara?” Alpha Arthur turns on the music, nodding his head to it.