"Mine." He growls from somewhere deep in his throat. His gleaming orbs twinkling with hidden lust.
You're mine and you better remember that." He says with his mouth a mere inch from yours.
And right after that sizzling encounter full of whoremones ;) he either:
(a) plays hard to get.
(b) beats up a random male friend of hers or
(c) DUN DUN DUN tells her he "never wanted a mate."
Way to go with the so not confusing signals, Mr. Alpha. Katy Perry sure wrote that song on you.
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Canine Cliches
RandomFunny rants and observations about those werewolf hunks, their 'mates' and the horizontal-tango. *wink nudge*
