“Nicholas, what are you—”“Michelle.” My name rolled out of him in a low dangerous growl, his eyes feral. "Do as I say."That’s when I realized. This wasn’t Nicholas anymore.It was his wolf. I gulped, the hairs on the back of my neck rising. I needed to tread lightly; pissing off a feral wolf would not end well for anyone.“Well now,” I began, forcing a casual tone. “It’s been a while, Mr. Wolf.”A deep growl ripped from his throat, the vibration sinking straight into my bones.“Not now, Michelle. Undress,” he ordered.I froze. His wolf was terrifying. The sheer power of his command pressed hard against my own. And even though my wolf was stronger now, she still had that instinctive urge to submit to him.I closed my eyes, steadying my breath before opening them again.“Fine,” I said.I'd play along for now.Slowly, I reached for the hem of my tank top, my fingers trembling as I swallowed my pride. I pulled the fabric over my head, the soft cotton brushing up my spine before it left
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