#Chapter 323 – Girl Talk

“He’s such a cutie,” mom says, sighing as Jackson steps out of the classroom and pulls the door shut behind him, her hands clasped together. “He’s well over two hundred pounds of lethal Alpha, Ella,” Cora says, casting out a hand after my mate. “He’s capable of killing a man in less than ten seconds and if he shifted into his wolf it’d be even faster than that. I’m not sure ‘cutie’ is the word you’re looking for here.” Mom hums consideringly and then shrugs. “Nope, I’m right. Stone-cold cutie.” She beams at her sister, who just laughs. “You always did have a type, Ella,” Cora sighs, looking back at me. “One, ew,” I say, pointing a finger at Cora, who laughs even harder now. “Don’t even imply that my mate is mom’s type –“ Mom just grimaces, guilty, but I ignore her. “And two, we are getting off topic.” My mom and my aunt do their best to school their faces into more serious lines, but they fail instantly, and I just roll my eyes at them. “We’re still so proud of you,