Marcellus' POV
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"Excuse me?" He cleared his throat, trying to breathe past the drink stuck in his throat as Caroline took a couple of steps forward.
Her smile was oddly confident but there was something within that Marcellus couldn't wrap his fingers around.
HE couldn't understand someone's emotions?
Hell no...
"To expose how much of a good Beta you are, of course." Caroline continued, clasping her hands calmly in front of her. She glanced at Cullen from over her shoulder, her smile never disappearing. "May I sit?"
Marcellus blinked at her like she'd lost her damn mind. Heck, maybe she has.
People in this pack seem to be on some divine crack more and more these days.
"Caroline, I don't know if you've noticed but it's an apocalypse out there." Marcellus set his drink aside, adjusting his sitting position. "Now's not the right time to—"