The Rogue Alpha's Bride
she asked, her lips twitching in amusement.
I groaned again, covering my face with my hands.
"Yes, Nana, we're completely dressed," Reagan answered smoothly, his voice holding not a single ounce of shame.
I peeked through my fingers to see Nana smiling as she stepped inside, her long silver hair framing her aged but still elegant face. She looked at me, her expression fond yet teasing.
"Ah," she sighed dramatically, clasping her hands together. "So this is why my dear granddaughter refuses to visit the Crescent Howl Pack anymore. Now it all makes sense."
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