Chapter 37

Silvia I nearly dropped the steaming plate of Jamaican jerk rice, my eyes widening as I stared at Alpha Sherman in disbelief. "Are you insane?" I hissed, my voice quivering with shock. My cheeks burned at the audacious suggestion he'd just whispered in my ear about what he planned to do to me tonight—right here, in my childhood home, with Noah sleeping just a room away. Alpha Shermanmerely leaned against the kitchen counter, his piercing blue eyes gleaming with mischief before erupting into rich, deep laughter. "I like his frankness,"Keal whimpered, clearly more excited than offended. "Shit! Keal, stop it!" I glared at Alpha Sherman, trying not to notice the strong masculine hormones that were all over him. Turning abruptly, I fled the kitchen with the hot dish still in my hands. "Come here, little mate," he called teasingly, following me with that infuriating smirk plastered across his face. I marched straight to the dining room, trying desperately not to imagine Noah's mortification