Calamardo Novelas e Histórias

I'm not sure if that's good or bad with a new Alpha coming in to take over, but this guy doesn't look impressed. "Cally." He repeats, his lips and tongue wrapping around the individual syllables as he enunciates my name slowly. "I'm Zac." "Hi." Pulling me against him again, his breath tickles my hair and caresses my skin as he inhales my scent and I wonder if I'm as appealing to him as he is to me. "How old are you Cally?" His irises swirl deeper with the mahogany, as though his wolf is trying to come out and he's fighting to keep him at bay.

What the hell is wrong with me, I can't help but wonder at my reaction to the person who just entered. "Ah, Mr. Clearwater, how nice of you to join us today," Mr. Ramirez says as the intruder begins walking towards his seat. Instead of going to where he usually sits, I listen as his footsteps move in my direction, continuing towards me until he stops next to my desk. I hear what sounds like sniffing before he makes a deep, low noise—one that I've never heard from another person before. I'm almost positive that he growled, just before the word "Mate!" quietly hits my ears.