THE ALPHA’S DEBT
"Two mates, a bed, a locked door. What do you think, Lanka?"
Andrew finished the buttons and yanked the fabric from his trousers. His shirt fell open, revealing the hard, carved lines of his chest and abs. The red tea burn on his pale skin only made him look more visceral, more dangerous. I could smell him—that signature scent of cold pine mixed with raw, masculine heat.
My breathing became jagged. Tears of frustration gathered in my eyes.
"Andrew, you absolute bastard! We’re over! You’re about to have a pup with another person. Why won't you just leave me alone? I’m telling you, if you lay a hand on me today, I will..."
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