Now too engrossed with his girls, Eddison did not notice Alinta's presence until she cleared her throat. He looked at her with a dissatisfied look, at first he was annoyed that she was still there, but now having a closer look a new motive came to mind.
"Well well," he hummed then kissed the woman's bare shoulder on his lap, before gently motioning for her to get off so that he could stand up.
"So, my mate actually has the guts to confront me? You seem like quite the vixen now that I see you up close, but I could have sworn just moments ago you looked like a broken animal ready to flee."
He stepped intimidatingly close to her, allowing the bond to guide his movements. Angela and Alinta sighed at his presence. He was a captivating figure, with ash-blond hair and hazel, almond-shaped eyes
