I Gave Him Nine Lives, He Gave Me a Pregnant Rival
"Poor Althea, you must be in so much pain. But… why do you smell like you’ve been with… several other wolves?"
Kyle’s face went dark, blacker than a thundercloud.
I wasn’t a wolf. I didn’t have their keen sense of smell. I had no idea what she was talking about.
All I saw was his grip tighten on her as his eyes, now full of suspicion and disgust, locked onto me.
"Get away from me, Althea," Kyle said, his voice cold. He even waved a hand in front of his nose as if I were rotting garbage.
He pressed a kiss to Selena's red lips, his voice thick with a raw lust he'd never once shown me. "Baby, you're the one who smells amazing."