“I don’t want your kindness,” she glares, “I didn’t ask you to do anything for me, Alpha Killian. And had you told me at the prison, I’d have said no right there, and saved you some gas money.”
Okay.
This is how she wants to play it. Fine. I’ll let her have her way, but I will not have her walking around like a teenage boy’s introduction to wet dreams. I lift my hand and usher one of the salesgirls over. She reaches me in seconds.
“Yes, Alpha?”
“Pack me whatever you can that could fit her and put it on my tab,” I tell her.
“Yes, Alpha.” She nods, barely looking at Raelynn before she leaves. These girls are professionals, they always help Ariella shop when I drop her off, and often times I simply pick up things of their choosing, and she loves them.
I grab my phone and dim the light,
