His Mafia Prince

(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."

I blow out a harsh breath of relief. "You’re such an asshole sometimes, Sasha."

"I know." He laughs. "I have to admit though, that it was satisfying to see the look on your face when I implied that my brother would fill your shoes."

I glare at him and my face warms. "It isn’t funny. You know I could very well end up dead if I marry Arlo."

"Or you could end up happy. What are the odds, brother?" he shakes his head. "you have been lonely for the last few months. I’ve seen that, you know? I see the way you watch me and Tyler sometimes. You might think that I haven’t noticed, but trust me, I have. You are ready for an omega of your own. This would be so easy if you stopped fighting so hard."