007 | Royally screwed

Rhiannon’s POV

I reared back, hurriedly wiping tears from my cheeks. I hadn’t realised I’d been crying until the cold air outside had chilled them upon my burning skin.

“You,” I spat.

His face crumpled, but he slid his cool mask back into place so quickly I wasn’t sure if I’d ever seen the flash of hurt there. His throat bobbed. He opened and closed his mouth. Then: “Can we just… not do this?” His green eyes, bright as summer sunshine cast through leaves, even in the dark, grazed over my swollen lips and puffy eyelids. “You don’t have to hide with me.”

“Yes,” I snarled, taking another step back, “I do.”

“Look.” His shoulders sagged, and he ran a hand through his tousled dark hair. Most of it was stuck to the side, but a single strand fell in a jagged wave down over his forehead. He blew a puff of air at it; I lost myself in his lips, pursed almost as if in a kiss.

His shoulders were broad, too muscular to belong to anyone but an Alpha. I was tall, especially for a she-wolf, bu