The Alpha's Scorn: His No More
The dress that greeted my sight both looked and felt luxurious, decadent even.
It was a lush green in color, had a plunging neckline, thin straps to keep it together, and flowed down into cascades to my ankles.
I should have been wary of mystery packages… And yet, I instinctively knew, even before seeing the simple note that only had the letter L on it, that Alpha dearest was trying too hard to impress me.
Mate is a provider.
My wolf was gushing on and on about him, back to her annoying antics.
I don’t know about the provider part, but he is a liar and a manipulative bastard, I mentally retorted.