Wolf's Desire
While Murtagh might have been quick to give Rebel lip himself, he only did so because over the years, he’d earned the right, but when it came to the wolves in Rebel’s charge, the Scot ran a tight order.
Turning his attention back toward Rebel, Murtagh crossed his arms over his chest. The sleeves of tattoos covering his skin writhed as the muscles moved. “If not a guest, what exactly would ye call her then?” He quirked a brow. “A rutabaga?”
“Speaking of which, the roasted rutabaga is delicious by the way,” Sterling added as he scooped another bite from his plate.
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