"Love, that's enough," Harris scolded. His grip never so much as lessened.
"I have to go to him. Something is wrong."
"Nothing is wrong. Things are going exactly as they should." Harris kissed her forehead as she glared at him. His c**k rose inside of her at the glare. "Alice, don't look at me like that," he whispered with a groan.
Alice pushed at him again, harder this time. "Let me go," she ordered.
"Alice, you smell so much better now," he breathed a sigh of relief. "When I met my mate and she had the stench of a human I wasn't sure what to do. I need to confess something to you, love."
"Let me go," she growled as she pushed against him once more.
But just like before Harris held her close to his body as he spoke and continued to stroke her hair.
When had she become the pet?
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