Alpha Zayne Steele
He sat up and downed his beer, getting up and wanting something stronger. He needed to wash away these thoughts.
He poured himself a drink on the rocks and sat back on his chair. As he leaned back, a hand rested casually on his knee that was high as he propped it on a big stone next to his chair and his drink in his other hand.
Leandra swayed her waist back and forth, did her belly dance tricks, and she glanced at Zayne finally. She smiled quickly at him, then returned to eyeing the wolf from before.
Zayne's eyebrows knit together, and he took another sip. Soon he glanced around, trying to distract himself and get his eyes off of Leandra, when he made eye contact with Sacha, and there she was, ogling him.
"Uhh." His features morphed into one of disgust, and he looked away. Eyes finding Leandra once more, his blonde-haired beauty.