Alpha Arthur. She is mine
“That hottie over there will be very good for your cock.”
Bronson takes my hand off his shoulder, “Must I be with a she-wolf? What if I want to spend my night alone?” His feet are planted on the floor as he rises.
I hook his arm as he makes an attempt to walk away from me. “Come on, dude! You know I hate it whenever you start acting very boring,” I pull him back on his seat. “I will fetch her over.”
My eyes dart toward my warrior, and just when I make to signal him, Bronson calls my attention. “How did you know her?” he questions.