Chapter Ninety Two
How to shake dominant werewolf men.
Mint Hearst’s Point of View
Luke was looking at me as if I had grown two heads.
Gone were the composed expression on his face as he looked like he was about to faint. My lips let out a small chuckle, carefully moving to the side. The sounds gathering in the living room seemed lively, and while I understand that Leighton was having some fun on his birthday, I needed him for a few moments.
Still shaken, I had simply swatted Luke. “Can you help me gather them in another room, please?”
He hummed, acting like he understood while I am sure that he was out of it. My hand simply rubbed the sore spot; the excitement inside me is exhilarating despite knowing that I would be in a larger pain later this evening. Luke still looked shaken,
