The Alpha Was Mortified

"Is it Kinnon?" The Alpha demanded to know, his tone dripping with jealousy. "You and I are finally spending time together, but one message from him and you are in such a hurry to get back?"

Lucien gaped at the fuming Alpha in front of him. It was unbelievable.

"Ronan, we fucked for half a day and you are still jealous of Kinnon?"

"Why should I not be?" Ronan squeezed Lucien's phone in his hand. He would rather squeeze Kinnon's neck, but the rival was hundreds of miles away.

Seeing that Ronan was close to exploding, Lucien shook his head in disbelief.

"Come here," he said.

"No. I won't let you get away with kisses. I want to know when you will stop paying attention to him, especially when we are being alone!"

Technically, they were not alone. The healer was in the living room, and he could hear every word. But of course Ronan could not care less.

Lucien sighed.

He raised his thumb toward Ronan, who stared at him in confusion.