Wanted by the Alien Warden (Cowboy Colony Mail-Order Brides, #4)

by Ursa Dax

Frankly, it was rather fucking rude.

Reminds me of the TikTok sound lolol

“What is this stuff?” I grunted, very nearly tearing right through it with my claws as I tried to keep it off the floor. “It’s called satan! No. Saltine? I forget. Darcy likes it, though. She says it feels nice on her skin.”

I couldn’t even remember the last time he’d done a chore without being asked. And when he did complete a chore I’d asked for, it was always half-assed and accompanied by an endless litany of passive aggressive complaints.

“When you’re hurting, you tell your warden. That’s your most important duty. That’s your job.” He lowered his face so that I felt his next words against my mouth more than heard them. “Fixing it is mine.”