Ian's POV:
"Aryanna."
She slumped on the couch, not looking at me. "I don't want to talk to you, please go away."
We weren't mated, but I could tell she was still very angry.
"Baby-"
"You don't get to call me that. You don't get to call me anything except Aryanna."
"Can you look at me at least?" I pleaded, moving closer.
She narrowed her eyes, but turned to face me and looking at her now, she looked so fierce that I found myself halting.
"You really are mad."
She laughed and gaped at me. "Are you being for real? Of course I am mad, Ian. You keep looking out for her."
I opened my mouth but she lifted her palms. "No. Don't give me that bullshit excuse of the fact you are the Alpha. You seem to want her around."
I fought the urge to barf and straightened my collar. "Lisa? No way."
