Maya arches a brow. “So, you don’t like being called a good boy? Is it your pride stopping you from liking it?" She reaches out, poking a finger at my chest. “Does the big, bad alpha not want to be called a good boy?”

I catch her wrist gently. “It’s not the words, Maya. It’s the way you say them to me. You’re flirting and I like it.”

She holds my gaze, her lips curving into a smirk. “Careful, Alpha. You’re giving the human too much power over you.”

My gaze softens as I ...