Alpha Reid
I don’t know if it’s her or the bond or the chemistry between us that was always bound to combust, but just thinking about it has me craving more.
Right now, though, all I can focus on is the sound of her screams through the wall. Like every time before, my wolf is rattling my cage, pushing me to get off my ass and do something to calm our mate’s distress. He’s driven me to try a few times in the past, but her bedroom door is always locked.
What’s it they say- that the definition of insanity is trying the same thing over and over and expecting a different result? Call me insane, because I’m climbing out of bed and heading next door to torture myself some more, knowing I’ll hit the roadblock