12. It’s called having beef with someone
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Unsustainable.
Yeah, just imagining them together made me crazy.
No, it was driving this entity now present in my body crazy.
Or I had inherited my father’s cowardice and accused the wolf of being devoured by the demon of jealousy.
“It looks like they won’t do it here,” I said in a falsely detached tone. Like “I don’t really care” while I got mad at the idea that Barbie would touch Koran’s tasty skin.
“I think he must have caught her in her car without even giving her time to park,” snapped Elliot.
The carrot was lucky that my eyes weren’t real machine guns. I would have turned him into a sieve. I felt ready to explode at the slightest remark... In short, premenstrual syndrome... worse.
“It’s the moon,” Ulrich explained, staring at me.
This guy was just creepy.
“Reassure me, you’re not reading my mind?” I moaned, pulling up the blanket that came down from my shoulders.
A smart-ass smile appeared on his lips.
“No. I don’t have this faculty. Only the Alpha couple has the gift of communicating through thought. Others just perceive signals that are both clear and abstract.”
My blood froze. The information made me look him straight in the eye.
“What do you mean... The Alpha couple communicates through thought...” I whispered, anxious.
Ulrich’s eyelids narrowed, he placed his book on his lap.
“Let’s say it’s a bonus for the royal couple. It’s even thanks to this that the rest of the pack accepts them as a dominant couple.”
I swallowed hard, my heart was pounding in my chest.
I don’t understand.
No.
No, I couldn’t be Koran-the-Bulldozer’s soul mate.
And he certainly wasn’t mine!
My mind clouded. A bit like when you’re so drunk that spelling your first name is a feat.
However, I was still conscious.
What was happening to me?!
Get out of my head! Roared a rumbling male voice.
I jumped.
Huh?
I’m not in your head, I replied, mentally. How can I be in mine and yours... it doesn’t make sense! I continued.
My belief in logic gave me a lot of contentment. However, the feeling of being a complete joke douched my ego.
Puppy, if you don’t get out of here... quickly...
There’s no way I could invent that ultra-realistic tone of voice.
I was actually having a telepathic conversation with Koran.
I... I don’t know how to do it! I don’t even know how I managed to… to… My God! I don’t want to get stuck in your mind! I panicked. I was thinking about you, and poof! I’m having this discussion...
Several seconds passed, and the blond giant’s radio silence gave me hope that I had pressed the mysterious on/off button. A hope that collapsed the next second.
Were you thinking of me? He asked with a certain slowness.
Oh, my! Bad sign.
I didn’t like that smug little arrogant male tone at all.
Yes, but you know, I also sometimes think of my dentist, but that doesn’t mean anything. I replied.
A furious growl reached me.
Lord, he was touchy!
Stop making this racket, it gives me a headache, I mumbled.
Please excuse me, ma'am, you see, I was having s*x with a wolf when a dirty little puppy interrupted me. And the wolf in question accuses me of having my mind elsewhere... It’s funny, isn’t it? Quipped Koran.
The teeth of jealousy cheerfully tore my insides apart.
Oh... I’m sorry to keep Gina from having her daily orgasm... Really. I blame myself so much that I’ll go to confession for the trouble! I retorted in a biting tone.
Wooh... A jealous little puppy, how charming she is! he taunted.
If speaking mentally with someone was a first for me, my furious growl came to surprise me.
I felt Koran’s laughter without hearing it, the sensation seemed so strange that I had a hiccup.
I’m coming, he simply said, before cutting the link.
Hello... hello? I repeated, paralyzed.
Oh, well. I had reached the heights of stupidity.
Getting out of this thick mist and back into the bedroom was difficult. Might as well try to advance in quicksand with an eleven-ton backpack.
I did it, however, by making incredible efforts.
To meet the pale, penetrating gaze that Ulrich fixed on my person.
“Do you sleep with your eyes open, miss?”
“Huh? Uh...”
After what he had just told me about the dominant couple, I wisely decided to keep this experience with Koran a secret.
The door opened brutally.
I had just learned with certainty that Koran was incapable of touching the unfortunate pieces of wood without smashing them.
“Ulrich, Elliot... Outside,” he said, strangely calm, his bright yellow eyes fixed on me.
The blond with the book stood up, sighing.
“Koran, I don’t think that’s a good idea...” he began.
“You will be more useful to me outside. Take the opportunity to stretch your legs. I’m not going to... sing to the moon with the puppy, or eat her.”
Ulrich clearly expressed his doubt with a dubious frown.
“Why would we be more useful outside?” Elliot asked as he stretched out on the chair.
“Because Gina is angry and she wants to kill... someone. Keep her away until she calms down.”
Blondie and the redhead turned to me together.
And it irritated me to be so implicitly accused.
“Here it goes, the slightest problem will be my fault,” I grumbled.
The two young men disappeared, both happy to finally leave the little house.
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