The Wrong Brother's Bite
“Nobody will believe your wolf pined for me.”
“On the contrary, little Luna,” Clay said, his massive hand resting on his thick vest. “A male wolf who cannot have his true mate runs wild to kill the pain.”
“You certainly killed a lot of pain,” I grumbled, but his heavy voice made my pulse race.
Now, my trusted Beta, Roderick Ashfang, steps into the room. He is wearing powder-blue silk, his sharp face painted lightly like a dandy warrior.
“To say it is hot is an understatement, darling,” Roderick says, fixing his collar in my mirror. “The two royal brothers fought over your honor, and the big, fat fuckboy won.”