An Alpha for the Alpha
I know I sound like an offended kid, “I don't see why. You yourself say you didn't want to have anything to do with me.”
“That's not entirely true,” Typhon shoots back, “I very much enjoy crossing you.”
“Yes, that much is clear,” I huff.
Hunter’s head bobs back and forth like a spectator at a tennis match, and then the man actually smiles.
“You!” Typhon snaps, pointing at Hunter, “Be quiet”.
Hunter’s hand goes to his heart in a dramatic gesture of dismay, “If I might be so ….”
“Hunter, you're the boldest damned omega in the world, and you well know it,” Typhon looks just about to blow something.