Beta Seymor dropped his phone upon seeing his alpha holding someone else’s hand—Diana Ritchell’s hand!
“You dropped your phone,” said Diana as she took a seat. Letting go of the alpha, who she once feared, she received a low dissatisfied growl from the towering man behind her.
Looking back at him, Alpha Dylan immediately took her other hand before he pulled her to take a seat beside him.
‘Okay? Who is this dog and where did the wolf go?’ Diana could not help but bite back her chuckle after seeing this hundred-and-eighty-degree turn of countenance.
“Pick up your phone,” Alpha Dylan commanded, snapping his poor beta from his trance.
“Y-Yeah! I dropped it! Oh, yeah. My phone dropped from my hands…” Shaking his head from the reverie of nightmare and reality clashing into one in front of h
