An Alpha for the Alpha
Typhon is leaning lazily against the wall, his sleeves rolled up and his arms crossed.
‘Busted,’ Cana gasps.
“Tea,” I whisper, “You say I could have some.”
Cana chuckles, ‘Great save.’
“Did I ?” He drawls.
I try with a smile, “If you didn't, I'm sure you meant to."
His lips curl into an unwilling smile, “You do have a way with words, little Alpha.”
I offer him a too-sweet grin, “I'm practicing. After all, I haven't used any for days.”