HUNTER'S POV
"Should I call you Alpha Hunter, too?"
Cyrilla's voice echoes in my mind, repeating over and over. This is the first time she has said my name. I never realized how sweet it could sound until it fell from her lips. I wondered what it would sound like if she screamed my name while I drove myself inside her.
I brushed the thought aside, sensing it was veering into dangerous territory.
I was still furious over what she pulled off at breakfast this morning. If I had been just a mere spectator, I might have found her hilarious. But Cyrilla made me the target of her ridicule and insults.
I have to give her credit—she always seems to have a sharp comeback ready.
Right now, my frustration is only growing as she’s running late. Punctuality matters to me, and I’d specifically to
