“Ground rules?” I narrow my eyes.
Callum sighs, then nods at the bed. “Why don’t you take a seat?”
“I’d prefer to stand.”
He huffs out a laugh. “This is the first rule—if I ask you to do something, I need you to do it.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m an alpha. And it’s expected.”
“So alphas are so fragile they cannot bear to be challenged on anything?” I c**k my head to the side. “I think you are a lot more similar to Southlands lords than you realize.”
A soft grunt of displeasure scrapes against his throat as he folds his big arms. I have to stop myself from staring at the way his biceps strain against his sleeves. I have to suppress my smile, too. Why is it so satisfying to get a rise out of him?
“No,” he mumbles. “It’s not like that.”
The corner of my lip twitches. “What is it like?”
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