Alpha VS Alpha
His voice was nowhere near as deep and husky as it was now, and for some reason, hearing it made my stomach flip.
He now stood around six-foot-four, with short brown hair and piercing blue eyes. He had a few days worth of stubble on his face, and, oh my Goddess, don’t get me started on his muscles. He was built like a Greek god. His tight white T-shirt did nothing to hide the bulging muscles underneath it, and I was practically drooling. Malia, my wolf, was purring at the sight of him.