Daciana's povI sat at the back of the luxury SUV, I had no idea what model it was, but I knew it screamed a few million bucks.But then, despite how airy the car was, the tension in it was palpable. A knife would possibly slice through if there was any available.My breathing was quite labored too, as I consciously noted that my mate sat right by my side, unmoving, and didn't acknowledge my presence once I got in. He kept staring and flipping through the magazine he had in his hand, even when the driver took off. I mean, what was I expecting from the most ruthless Alpha in the whole race? A little chit-chat over a cup of tea and biscuits maybe? I thought, giggling at the mental image I painted of him, sitting across the table and crossing his legs, while in between his fingers a tiny mug of tea.Alpha Arnou briefly looked over at me, on hearing my giggles, with a quirked brow. "What?" he asked, his tone not exactly harsh, but definitely cold, and I immediately dropped my eyes down
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