Captured by an Alpha Daddy for Christmas (18+)
I don't want us to fight any longer—she's still my sister no matter what.
“Are you all right, doll?” Jaxon asks as he squeezes my cold hand on my thigh.
I look at him and smile, despite the nerves knotted in my stomach.
“Yeah,” I nod.
“Don't lie to me,” he says, shaking his head, jaw fixed. “I can smell when you do. Your scent changes.”
Oh, that's right. I forgot I'm dating a werewolf—an Alpha for that matter, and apparently, to him, I have a distinct scent and it's not the fruity perfumes I wear.
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