Mala walked out of her hotel room the next morning, Ben right behind her chatting about how hungry he was. That he’d really worked up an appetite, she’d been smiling at him, he really had enjoyed being hand cuffed to the bed. So had she for that matter.
Frowned instantly as her eyes landed on a fully ticked off Jet. He was standing outside her room waiting on her, it seemed. Snapped right at her, like he always had, “Why would you not even read it?” He held up the envelope she had tossed away last night.
“Why would I?” she responded emotionlessly “He’s nothing to me. Not my Alpha. Hell, I don’t even have to talk to you anymore, so, piss off Jet.” She stated. Put her hand on Ben, she could already hear the low growl being emitted from he and his wolf, “Don’t bother babe, I can take him. E
