*Mirabelle*
How could I have thought that Rhys’s voice was like the Alpha’s? It’s entirely different: darker, stronger, more manly… angrier.
“Chip is acquiring new fleas,” Rhys continues, “and dear Dad is acquiring new friends. We’re all happy, happy, happy. It must be your influence, Beauty.”
“Don’t call me that!” I say fiercely.
“It must be your influence,” he repeats, thumping his cane.
“Don’t be such an ass,” I retort.
The Alpha takes a deep breath and drops his hands. His eyes are red and glossy. “You told me never to apologize to you again. But… ”
“Do you think my mind has changed?” Rhys doesn’t look indifferent now. He looks utterly furious.
I cast a quick look at Chip, but he has crawled into the corner of a stall, trapped Rufus on his lap, and is whispering into one of the
