CHAPTER EIGHT: THE TRIPLET ALPHAS
LUCIAN'S POV
“So? What is it going to be?” I asked Dorian. I was slowly starting to lose my patience, slowly starting to get to the point where I yell at him for acting like a spineless little child.
We don't have much time, I can her pulse slowly get weaker, I can feel her breath slow down. He has to make a decision right f*****g now but as usual Dorian is indecisive, as usual we have to wait for him to think because thinking is hard if you are Dorian!
Ridiculous!
I looked at Dorian, waiting for an answer. I wondered what his answer would be. Is he going to be daddy's little boy and obey our father's golden rule or is he going to put on his big boy pant and actually try to save Rhea his mate?
“I…I…” he stuttered. I sighed, daddy's little boy it is.
