Lucas's POV
I was tipsy, but not as drunk. Blame my high tolerance for that. Throughout the lunch and getting tipsy with alcohol on our suite's balcony, I couldn't help but notice the growing tension in the air.
To be more specific —— the tension in the air between Alexander and Pipsqueak.
Pipsqueak, clad in amazing clothes that made her feel and look comfortable, kept rubbing her thighs close. She kept stealing glances at Big Brother. I didn't really like it much. Even if she's his mate as much as she is mine.
'He's trying to steal her all to himself again, brother.' Shadow, my wolf, was planting a seed in me. I narrowed my eyes at their subtle interaction. Wordless interaction. They looked like a mature, almost perfect couple. But what about me?
'Alexander won't win this
