Chapter 5

R RATED

I groan, rolling over to turn off my phone's alarm. I grab my messy bag from the floor and pull on fresh clothes. Who cares about taking a shower. I want her smell on me for Evan. I want him to know I have had her too.

He is always in the kitchen when I grab my coffee from Wilma. Excitement bubbles in my chest at the thought of rubbing our sex smell in his face.

As I approach the kitchen, a smirk hits my face. Evan, Alpha Layne, and Jane's scents are strong. Perfect, the whole group is together. I take long, powerful strides into the room. I let my power ooze from within me. Being Royal puts me above all the wolves here besides the Alpha, and I, for once in my life, love my new title.

Alpha Layne growls lowly and glares at his daughter, who has turned a deep red. She, of course, washed my scent off her delicate skin. Wilma hands me my coffee with an amused glint in her eye. I want to laugh at the traditional wolf who is surrounded by morons.

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