Chapter Twenty-Eight. What Wrinkles?
Alpha Del’s Point of View.
In the world of f**k ups I am king. Why the hell didn’t I just tell her that she was my mate, instead of playing a game with her? Do I never learn? But seeing her so riled up, does things to me, which makes me want to push her buttons even more. I know, I know, I am crazy.
I cannot explain the panic and fear that engulfed me when she was going to utter the words of rejection, however, as she breathlessly looked up at me, clinging to the lapels of my suit jacket, her big hazel eyes searching my own for answers, I cannot help but feel relief.
“Sit her down and f*****g talk to her, you moron,” Apollo howls inside my head. He was utterly terrified when Miss Hannah began to reject us and was more than a little bit pissed at
