Healing The Broken Alpha
Alexandria growled.
“Hmmm, don’t bite me. I’m not tasty,” he said loudly, making me gasp in surprise.
“How did you hear her?” I asked, defensive.
“I am no ordinary Alpha; I am THE Alpha. I can connect with wolves and hear them—like a mind link,” he said, puffing out his chest with pride.
Ugh! Arrogant bastard.
“Do not listen to my wolf without my consent, you brrrute,” I said sharply. Instead, he started laughing.