The Mafia CEO's Possession Contract
His body had expanded, his shoulders were broader, his fur was bristling, with claws that looked like obsidian daggers and a muzzle that exhaled vapor of pure fury.
There he was. He wasn't the Alpha wolf everyone knew; on the contrary, Killian was a goddamn Lycan-Hybrid beast that the Blackwood family had hidden for generations so as not to attract the attention of hunters or the Council.
And now, in a fit of possessiveness, he had shown himself to her.
And worst of all: Ivy was looking at him with a fear so acidic that my own wolf grew restless.
"Shut up, Caleb!" the beast roared, his voice a guttural vibration that made the ground shake. "Call the pack doctor. Now!"