Harley:
Alistair and I had sat looking at each other for some time now. Neither of us had spoken and the silence was getting awkward. Something just feels so off about this. How can I have a third mate? Axel and Atlas Grimm were all I had ever dreamt about and somehow I ended up with both. This though… is weird.
I opened my mouth to voice those feelings when his bedroom door slammed open, and his girlfriend came in with mascara and eyeliner running down her pale face. I’m not sure why she had been crying but I assume it had something to do with him telling her she could leave.
“How could you pick this mutt over me?” She whined her frustration.
“Whoa, leave me out of your s**t lady.” I sipped my coffee, scooting back for a better view to watch the drama.
Alistair looked at me like I
