The Alpha’s Prize
"He hates showing people his vulnerabilities. Actually liking someone, to him, is one of them. He won't let up easily, but I can assure you, he desires you."
"Desires me, maybe, but when he isn't drunk, he can't stand me." I lean back in the chair, letting out a sigh.
I'm glad he doesn't like me and I don't like him. It would make this all very difficult if there were feelings involved.
Tay grins, placing the rose in my palm. "I can prove otherwise."
I look down at the flower, at the way the petals flare out in my hand. It's already a little bruised.