Alphas Like Us (Like Us, #3)

by Krista Ritchie

Donnelly tightens his loose cartilage earring. “Grandma Calloway sounds like a b…” His voice trails at Akara and Thatcher’s reprimanding looks. “…itch. Bitch. I meant bitch.”

Then she swings her gangly arm to Donnelly for the blunt. “Nah.” He finishes the blunt himself. “Four Lokos and weed don’t mix.” He blows smoke off to the side. “Dammit,” Luna mutters and says to me, “Next time.”

Luna watches the tattoo machine, lost in thought. “He’s not all bad. He gives okay head.” I pop another bubble. “Okay head sounds like bad head.” Donnelly wipes my skin clean. “If you’re just lookin’ to be eaten out, I’ll eat you out⁠—”

“She’s back,” Donnelly says off the appearance of Luna Hale. Only he’s referring to the green marker on her cheeks, the blue-painted eyebrows and graphic tee.

Donnelly bites into a potato skin. “The one with the blue alien goddess and the glittery king of stars?” He licks sour cream off his finger. Oscar nods heartily. “I give it a C+. Too many tentacles.” Donnelly shrugs. “I thought it was pretty good.”