12. Cal

The day after the full moon, my mood was foul. How could my wolf let me down so badly?

I should have control over my beast. Instead, I almost gave in. I took it to the very limits of my resistance. I think of myself as having the control of an Alpha, except I almost shredded it all for a chance to kiss her.

Even worse, I almost went and found Vera, knowing she would have been more than willing to take advantage of my pathetically aroused state. Reduced to an awkward waddle I went to find the fucking tea, thanks to my cock trying to launch itself out of my sweats.

Then I knocked a load of washed up teapots over in the kitchens making a complete fool of myself. It couldn’t have gone much worse, the clattering sound ripping through the silent night.

A torch shone at my eyes in seconds, Alpha Reu glaring at me as I fumbled in the dark.

“It won’t work now. You’re too late,” he said drily.

“Fuck off,” I growled, “I’m fine.”

“I warned you about how you speak to me. I’m the Alpha of this b