Rejected By My Hockey Alpha
The way his eyes will darken, the way his wolf will surface.
A year of waiting. Of stolen kisses and careful touches, of stopping before things went too far because we wanted our wedding night to mean something.
It's going to be worth it.
When I exit the fitting room, Isla has assembled an entire collection on the counter. The lingerie, yes, but also a silk robe, scented oils, candles, and.
"Is that really a vibrator?" I hissed.
"Pink matches your skin tone," Isla says cheerfully, handing her credit card to the saleswoman. "Don't worry, I'm buying. Consider it a wedding gift."