My One-night-stand Alpha
Until she tries once again to hit me, her fangs passing within an inch of my face — and that gives me the perfect opening to throw my body against hers hard, fast, sending us both crashing to the ground.
Scarlett tries to get up, but I'm on top of her, my big paws on the ground around her head. She's spinning around, uncomfortable at being so exposed with her back to the ground and her chest resting on mine, but I move in sharply, brushing my muzzle against her face, and growl, letting out a low cry that escapes from the back of my throat. Perhaps she's tired of attacking me or has simply accepted the influence of my pheromones, but she seems to accept that I'm the alpha, and it's to me that
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