CHAPTER 167 Don't You Want Me to Go with You?
Greyson looked down at the woman grabbing his arm with mild confusion as he tried to figure out what exactly it was that he had inadvertently walked into.
He really didn't want to get caught up in any lover's quarrels but he had been intrigued by Lexi from the moment he had first laid eyes on her.
She wasn't a wolf, that much was certain, but he couldn't place her scent. It was exhilarating, alluring, and called to him, yet he couldn't identify exactly what it was about her that intrigued him so much.
He begrudgingly tore his eyes from her and glanced across at the pissed-off-looking man that she had identified as Allen, who was shooting daggers toward the both of them. He instantly felt his wolf respond and could barely contain the growl that threatened to erupt from his chest.
The unspoken challenge in Allen's glare was obvious, but Greyson refused to respond with violence in front of his Queen and her consort.