Alpha Matteo's POV
I was at the training ground, fighting as usual, breaking every set of opponents that came at me. But then, when I turned around and didn’t see her, a glimpse of hope left me immediately and for some reason I admitted I was enjoying her stay
Especially the way she would gasp and shout in fear when I pulled off the arm of one of my opponents.
Or how she squealed with joy whenever I end up retaliating after pretending to let my opponent beat me up for a while just to get her pity.
Which is so strange. In all my twenty-seven years, I never cared what anyone thought of me. But this innocent being from Yellow Stone Pack, same girl they l pushed to me, deserves everything including the right to share in my opinions.
I let out a frustrated sigh sliding down one of the opp
