Finally, he huffs, frustrated, “Can you stop? I’m getting pissed.” “Stop what?” And he’s already pissed. So am I. “You smell sad. It’s stinking up the cab. And it’s fucking with my wolf.” Un-freakin’-believable. “Yes, Alpha.” I close my eyes and picture the mushrooms smeared on the sidewalk. I picture the girls’ faces when I tell them. I don’t even try to fight the tears. I set them free to flow, but of course, now they won’t. He growls. “You’re doing it on purpose.” My lips twitch, and I fight it with all my might. “Yes, Alpha.”
