Emelyturned to leave in my direction and only became aware of my presence at the last moment, when she almost ran into me, looked up startled and flinched as if I were the ghost under her bed that she had feared since childhood.

We were standing right in front of each other, an arm’s length apart.

I scrutinized her.

The last time I’d had this opportunity, I’d been pushed against the wall by her and,damn,this girl had power.

Now she stared at me out of her memorable dark brown eyes.

She was pretty.That wasn’t up for debate.

I mentally slapped myself for that thought. She was one of those damn dogs, even if she didn’t smell like it. She smelled unexpectedly...pleasant.

I quickly held my breath.

Emely interrupted the intense stare and made me realize what an uncomfortable situation I was in.Nothingabout this was pleasant, except her expression, which darkened, and my inappropriate grin, which slipped over my lips once again.

It was simply amusing how easily she could get upset.

“You again,” she snorted, trying to get past me when I stood in her way.

“Yes,me.Do you have a problem with me?”

I blinked at her, which obviously seemed to bother her.Herbad luck.

“To be honest,yes, Miles.”

She tried to go around me again, but I shifted to the right this time, and she almost bumped into me.

I raised an eyebrow in playful surprise. “You remember my name?”

She gave up trying to get past me and looked straight at me as if she wanted to strangle me. “Don’t feel honored now,idiot.”

“Did you just call me an idiot?”

“And I thought your hearing was better.” She rolled her eyes, visibly annoyed. “Must be a myth.”

“What isn’t a myth is that a Beta does whatever the Alpha asks of him, which gives your kind quite a bit of weakness.”

I’d hit the mark because she squinted, causing a pretty little wrinkle to form between her eyebrows.

“I’d love to take a photo of your face right now.”

Her tension gave way to disbelief. “This picture would remind you how much your presence excites me!”

“More like what anangry puppylooks like.”

She seemed to grow even angrier as her expression stiffened.

“Now I know what people mean when they say you can turn as red as a tomato,” I laughed softly.

If my words made her uncomfortable, she didn’t let it show. In fact, she seemed less anxious than the last time we met. It must have been quite a shock for her that I hadn’t killed her.

“Are all of you like this?” Emely seemed to be referring this question to our clan.

“How exactly? Classy? Intellectual?”

“Conceited and annoying!” she finished my sentence, swearing, and I pretended to be hurt by patting my chest.