Chapter 22. The Man with the Blue Shirt

Sophia's POV

I massaged my forehead, which bumped into this man's chest. Even let out a small cuss that I tried hard to whisper just so he wouldn’t hear it. He probably did though if he’s one of the elite wolves.

"Hey, that hurts! Wait, that is my shirt." He muttered under his breath as he focused his gaze on the t-shirt. I lifted my head to see who on Goddess' name this clothing belonged to, especially when my head hurts like hell because his chest is as hard as a rock. How can someone have a dangerous chest like these!?

A man with blond hair, blue eyes, and slightly but not overly tanned skin. Your typical playboy look, or is it just me being judgy?

‘He is cute but mate is the most perfect being!’ Lia quipped. I inwardly rolled my eyes at her. And Carter was just mean only a few moments ago! With a sarcastic huff I responded with, ‘Yeah, of course he is.’

The man in front of us was quite shocked when he saw me with a disheveled face and tears streaming down