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ALEXANDER.

‘What the heck did she just say?’ Tyrant moved forward, pressing closely behind me, and peeking at her through my eyes. She was looking at Peter and he smiled back at her.

“You are for real?” Peter asked and she nodded. I didn't know when a growl escaped my lips.

“Peter is gay!” I let out without control. My lips were faster than my brain.

“Yes, and he said he is making his way back to being a straight man,” Lana responded to me, her tone different. I hated the way she spoke to me. It was like a shun.

“Gays don't change, it is not a matter of choice.” I rolled my eyes.

“Mine is. You can go now, Alex. Lana and I will be getting to know each other while your scent wears off her.” He grabbed her wrist and pulled her to his porch, hauling her into his house.

Every part of me twitched with the need to pull her away from him, and back in my car. My wolf kept growling at the back of my mind. Relax, Peter was gay, he didn't like women.

‘It isn't like we care whether he li