“Wait.”
The word rolled from her lips before she could stop it, and she cursed her own imperfection. She was presumed to be stronger than this. The Whoremonger was obviously here because of the Alpha who had acquired her body and still absorbed her thoughts.
“I’m sorry.” She said.
“Sorry enough to forsake the poor attitude?”
At her small nod, the Whoremonger brought the cup to his lips and had a small sip. He grimaced and put it down again.
“It looks like your temper is somehow desirable enough to some that I’ve had specific proposal for you. Consider this an invitation to join us for another night at Ceres House.” The whoremonger requested.
Her Alpha’s face, because what else was she to call him, even in her vision. It was useless to pretend that there was not a small and crazy p
