Myra could taste the alcohol on Tarrins lips her space filled with the Gamma's masculine musk as he kissed her; his hand grabbed at her waist as he kissed deeper.
But Myra couldn’t feel the spark she felt with a certain alpha who she knew was staring; it made her curse in her mind when they separated after they felt a deathly glare from a certain male's eyes.
“Well, Emerson, didn’t think you had it in you,” Tarrin whistled as Myra looked to a stunned-looking Jorah, who quickly closed his mouth even as his eyes blinked rapidly, as no one expected Myra to do that.
“Well...fucking moons,” Enzo mutters while Navori squeals in delight at her plan working, seeing how mad Draven had gotten and was about to hate Myra now; she was sure of it.
“Oh, you both look so perfect together,” she complim
