Clare POV:
Blaze turned to Reed, his voice dripping with venom.
"And if you're not, then what the fuck are you doing here?"
Aaah, not again.
Here we go. This was about to escalate into another full-blown brawl.
Why can't they fight in their own damn places instead of turning my living room into their personal WWE ring?
And speaking about being whipped by me — yeah, that's utterly delusional.
I don't know why they were both so fond of me suddenly, but if you ask me, their interest was fueled by jealousy.
You know that childish crap — you don't care about a toy, but the moment your sister wants it, it suddenly becomes your most precious possession just because you can't stand her having it?
Yeah. That.
"Last time I heard," Blaze continued, tone mocking and cruel, "the Alpha King heir doesn't defile himself with silly, weak humans. So why the fuck are you so interested in my pet?"
My pet?
Oh, the audacity.
I wanted to scream at them both.
Like, hello?
