Marcelo backs away and covers his mouth with his hand, "I'm done with you." Even when he's trying to hide it, I could see the full-fledge smile that desperately desires to surface.
I rest an elbow at the table and lean my face against the open palm. I waited for Marcelo to finish laughing before saying: "You wanna play with me?"
The joy left his face almost entirely.
"For the next few months. Do you wanna play?"
"Play?"
"Hook up."
"And you're not afraid I may bite you?"
"I already told you. I'm not afraid for me." If Marcelo bites me on a closed territory without my consent, it would mean disaster for his pack. As an alpha, he should put his pack above all else, even his soulmate.
An alpha - a leader.
I noticed that the group is slowly moving elsewhere. I stood up, pressed a han
