“This conversation isn't done.”

“Seems done to me.”

“I'm not like everyone else, you don't scare me Mia.”

“I don't care Alpha Adrian,” I tell him, trying

“You should,” he whispers, his other hand tucking my hair behind my ear. I flinch from his touch and he doesn't miss it. “We came to talk about Arieya but you're fighting with me.”

“I am not fighting with you, and if I wasn't open to letting you in her life, don't you think I'd have gotten rid of you by now?” I smirk.

“You wouldn't dare,” he says, running his finger in my face.

“If you like that finger,” I stare at...