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I don’t know who the f**k Tyler is, but the alpha in me wants to rip him apart. After I outperform him in every arena possible.
As if humans could even compete with our shifter games. It would be dating games, then. The need to prove he’s inferior to me in every way courses through my body as I stride to the Triumph and swing my leg over the seat.
Fucking human boyfriend.
I’ll bet he’s a shitty kisser.
Twenty bucks she’s never even come with him. I don’t know what the stats are, but I think it’s hard to make a human girl o****m during s*x. I forget where I heard that—Coach, maybe. I think he was telling us with the advice to spend time trying to solve that puzzle. Make sure she gets off every time you do.
I kick my motorcycle to life and ride in the direction of Sloane’s house, st
