Yaroslava's POV
Alpha had been watching from the sidelines the whole time and hadn't even come close. That made me a bit nervous. But the first “SALE” sign I'd seen had completely taken over my mind, but it was still uncomfortable without the warmth of a man's arms.
I didn't think I'd get used to having him around so quickly.
“He's allergic to shopping. Don't mind him,” the girl tugged at my sleeve, forcing me to go back to sorting the clothes on the hangers and stop staring at Jan.
I just hummed.
