Command of the Wolf
When I edged closer, the Alpha bottom shuffled go to the bed, still clutching Zhen like a wolve teddy bear in one hand, when he panted.
“I know I said that you’re the monster,” the Alpha snarled, “but by my hide, the whole ironic hiding in a wardrobe statement was a bit much.”
I snorted. “Trash talk, I get it. Did they teach that in your how to be a perfect Alpha lessons?” The Alpha flinched. “I’m a Wolve Winner, not a monster.”
The Alpha stared down at the branded WCH on his hand. I’d expected to hate that but yet a possessive thrill coiled through me at my mark on him. “So, you’re Siobhanny and Daniel’s daughter…?”
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