The Cursed Alpha King is My Second Chance Mate
Slade, my ever-annoying wolf, was relentless, his growls and demands echoing through my thoughts like thunder.
“Avery!” he growled for what felt like the hundredth time, his tone dripping with frustration.
I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms over my chest. “And who’s that?” I muttered, annoyed. “I don’t know anyone by that name.”
“You fool!” Slade snapped, his voice sharp and condescending. “Humans! What did I expect from you? No memory, no intuition. Absolutely useless.”
“Careful,” I shot back, feeling my irritation spike. “You’re pushing it, Slade.”