The Alpha's Warlock (Mismatched Mates #1)

by Eliot Grayson

He was alive, and he was somewhere within a few miles of me, and he was in a bad mood. Well, what the fuck else was new.

“I can try to be polite if you can. But.” He fixed me with a steely look. “If you get Pop-Tart crumbs in the bed, I'll rip your fucking throat out.”