#Chapter40

Confidence of an Alpha

My eyes fluttered open at the realization, and before I could think, my body seemed to have a mind of its own when I harshly pushed Kratos away from me as if I didn't just almost shove my tongue down his throat. For some reason, Kratos can't look at me. But for a brief second, he looked like he expected my reaction. As if he'd seen this coming.

I looked away from him and looked at Deimos beside me. He was mirroring the look of horror in my eyes. He didn't even move in his seat, his shot of tequila left abandoned in front of...