Melody. The bane of her existence, the thorn in her flesh, the worm in her apple. She growled lowly and savagely at the strand of hair as if it were the woman herself. She battled the animalistic urge to sink her fangs into a struggling creature a d instead focused on the matter at hand.
Alisson thought she had seen the last of her, she had been so sure that their paths would never cross again. She thought she was finally free of her bubbly personality and giggles but it seemed like wanting the redhead out of her and her mate's life was too great a wish for the universe to grant her.
She tried to calm down and think rationally, there were a thousand reasons for Melody's hair to be on Henry's shirt, she should not jump to conclusions and question her mate's faithfulness so quickly.
Henr
