The Alpha King Maker (Ties to the Wolf Blood)
I touch the soft spot between her shoulder and ear and stare at her stunning blue orbs.
“But that’s only for fated mates.” She breaks eye contact.
“What if we are? How would you feel about that?” Curious, I watch her facial reaction.
“I’d like that,” she replies, “but I don’t want to get my hopes up.”
Seeing that her mood is changing, I cut the tension by handing her a motorcycle helmet, “Here. Wear this. But listen here, Ireland, I know you want to play it cool but I know you miss me a lot. No feeling me up while we’re riding, okay? Wrap your arms around me tightly so you don’t fall, but strictly no fondling. Do you understand, Ireland?” I say in a scolding but comical tone.
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