It wanted to hit the farm that the pride owned on the outskirts of town. His poor inner kitty didn’t understand the concept of duty. The forced agreement meant he found himself outside a nondescript door, dreading the next few days or, gasp, weeks, if the situation didn’t resolve itself rapidly. Not the hair! With such a dire threat hanging over him, Hayder agreed to the job. Not one to allow subordination-or pass up a chance at sport-Arik jumped over his desk, wrestled Hayder to the floor, wrapped him in a chokehold and threatened to have Kira shave his head if he didn’t comply. Arik, the pride’s alpha, said, Guard the girl, to which Hayder replied, Like hell. Apparently being second in command didn’t mean shit these days. He could have also played Call of Duty and worked on upping his prestige.īut no. For example, his mane could have really used a hot oil treatment to keep it slick and hold pesky split ends at bay. Hayder had better things to do on a Saturday night than babysit Jeoff’s younger sister. The indignity of it burned-and in a way that no lotion could ever fix.
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