Chapter Twenty Three
Samantha "You heard me?" Blake asked. Ricky just took a bite of an apple, making him look like a douche. "But in order for you to have heard me, you would have to be a wolf." "Didn't I say let's just call me a wolf?" Ricky snapped then he walked over to me. "How are you doing my dear?" Blake growled at him. "Hmm, let me see. I'm tied up, dirty, starving and bored. I would say I’m peachy," I answered with a fake smile on my face. "Splendid, glad to see you're doing well." I rolled my eyes at him. "And what about you, dog?" he wondered with an attitude in his voice. "Well, I've been tied up also. I would love some waffles, maybe a shower. Oh, and I would love to kick your butt and get my mate and Beta out of here safe and sound where we belong. So I would say, I'm doing just as great as
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