Riley:
"You like him," I stated, looking her over.
Reginald and Dean are sparing with some of their betas. Rip has this little smirk on her face. The hostility I'm used to feeling around her is dim. Almost nonexistent. The little looks he sends her way, make her cold expression warm up. He's cheesier than I originally thought he was. Bastard.
"He's kind of perfect," she admitted softly.
"You had an idea of what you wanted in a mate?" I asked in disbelief.
"No, not a mate. An alpha. I thought no one would ever be better than Mikhail. I made my brother. Tested him. Molded the strength and intellect as I did to myself and here this man is. He found his own way with little help," shes praising him. This is completely new for Rip. She usually has a long line of criti
