MALCOLM’S POV
MONICA’S LAUGHTER FILLS THE AIR. The entire room somehow turns into a teasing game of love and the truth that Monica is spearheading.
“Alpha.” She calls in the tone and suddenly, with seriousness along with the striking look in her eyes I couldn’t deny the heaviness of what she was pointing out right now. “Aren’t you curious about the youngest daughter of Alpha Dimitri, even for a little?” she asks and just one of those puzzling thoughts of her, but always falls about to that one particular person, Alpha Dimitri’s youngest daughter.
“Should I?” I retorted and even didn’t look at her as my firm negative response that didn’t satisfy her and expectedly from her.
“Really?” here she goes again with her curiosity and teasing tone that I hated about her.
Her spoiled nature
