Mike POV
"I don't get this mother fucker!" I growled at my wolf, Flint, as we continued to push him to react like we had been for the last ten minutes.
"Maybe he just doesn't care. Lottie ain't that special." I laughed, but I knew that was not the case. Mated males didn't just stop caring.
"That is where you are wrong." Flint grunted moodily.
"Every mated male I have met is a prick, all testosterone and suspicion." I expressed with a scoff.
"That is because you're trying to put your 'prick' in their mate." He snapped; I knew Flint disapproved of my recent behaviour with the females in the pack, harping on constantly at how I was disrespecting the moon goddess and all that s**t. But honestly, who believes in that s**t any more?
"Not like the she-wolves didn't like it, huh." I grinne
