#Chapter 112 – Enemy Of My Enemy

Alyson "Please, leave me alone for the night," I plead. Olivera leans on the doorway, obviously unwilling to do so. "Maybe I want to stand here and admire the Luna of this pack," he says, sarcasm ripping through his words. "I enjoy watching you, sweetheart. You have the cutest little look when you stare at me." "It's called distain, and it's not a complement, Olivera." "Call it what you will, just keep your eyes on me and I'll do the same to you," he says, laughing. I look away, my stomach turning while I try to connect to Ryan in the mind link but he is too busy instructing his warriors on some semantics, he doesn't hear me. "Where did you go in that mind of yours?" Olivera asks. "I saw you click away from me." "I'm thinking of my mate," I say, half a lie. "Think of me instead," he says, sitting across the table from me. I roll my eyes, frustrated. "Think of my absolute charm or even my dashing good looks—"