I was walking back to my room to meet my mate when I heard a noise and stopped, as a familiar voice reached my ears.
It was her. The stupid woman my human thinks he's in love with.
She was standing on the balcony talking to someone on the phone and for some reason I wanted to know what she was talking about. Especially the fact that she was using her phone; it means whoever she's talking to wasn't close.
My steps were slow and quiet as I stopped a few feets behind her.
“That stupid b***h is getting on my nerves, she's f*****g annoying! I just want her to die!” my jaw ticked, and I fought the urge to growl. That would announce my presence.
I knew she was talking about my mate. Who gave her the guts to think she could call my mate a b***h? The only b***h I see is her.
I don't know how
