Chapter 63. Freya and the Alphas

Milo’s POV

‘Look at them,’ I grunted to the wolf inside my mind ‘Awfully cozy, don’t you think?’

‘Green isn’t your color Milo,’ Connor chuckled ‘Stick to Crimson.’

‘I don’t appreciate your sarcasm, jerk,’ I responded, my teeth gritting so hard I felt my jaw ache with the pressure ‘Don’t you see it? The way Freya and my Dad are looking at each other? They’re flirting.’

‘Hmph,’ Connor said in reply ‘Are you suggesting that the old man is stealing our Freya from us? What an idea.’

Listening to Connor’s words, I couldn’t deny they sounded preposterous ‘I think I am suggesting that’ I paused, my grip tightening around my fork before stabbing into a sausage violently ‘That old timer with his filthy hands all over my future wife.’

‘Oh Freya is our wife now?’ Connor replied with a chuckle ‘Does Freya know about this?’

‘No,’ I said, chewing on a mouthful of sausage as I couldn’t tear my gaze away from the pair ‘But Freya will fall so deeply in