(MILES)
"You can't be serious, Sasha." I grate out. "I already gave Arlo my bite. You can't just hand him over to another alpha like that."
"Says who? He can always have surgery to have the mark removed."
"There's more to it than just the mark, Sasha. And you know it."
"Is there?" Sasha looks away and I swear he is trying to stifle a laugh. "I still got business with him if you don't want to marry him. Drafting my little brother in to close the gap could just be the perfect solution. I can't risk the merger. It has to happen."
I already had insecurities of my own where Jericho was involved. He and Arlo are just about the same age and seem to laugh a lot together. Does Sasha know that I might actually feel threatened by his brother? Is this rat trying to spark my alpha instincts to life? I narrow my gaze. "You aren't going to make Jericho marry Arlo. I don't believe that for one second."
He grins. "Nah."
