Michael
Morning came with her apple scent entangling itself within my senses as I stood behind her, watching her reach for a cup. She knew I was standing here, but she never asked me to get it for her. She was getting ready to climb onto the counter like a toddler. Shaking my head, I picked her up by her waist, removing her from the counter and grabbing the cup she wanted.
“I didn’t need your help, Alpha,” she taunted as she took the cup from me.
“I think you’re being childish, mate,” I retorted. My tone was light, but I spoke through clenched teeth.
“You should really work on controlling your anger, Alpha,” she said, poking me in my chest before she walked off.
Over the last two days, Lyla had been playing a frustrating game of cat and mouse with me. Every morning, I woke up to
