LORENZO, MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND
He’d found his mate—and here I was, lusting after him.
Alpha Lorenzo leaned closer, his nose grazing mine. His eyes glowed faintly, golden flecks shimmering in the blue, almost like his wolf was on the surface. “What if I told you,” he whispered, voice rough and raspy, “she’s right here…”
My breath caught, but my mind couldn’t fully process his words—I was too focused on his lips. The way his tongue darted out to wet them made my pulse race.
"I really want to kiss you, little wolf," he murmured his thumb tracing my lower lips.
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