Alpha’s Mistake
I promise to rip out his tongue and feed it to the vultures.
“Nngh,” Milena moans, still in deep sleep. Gripping my shirt, she mashes her body firmly against mine, drawing my attention back to her. I clench my jaw as my breeches tighten around my extreme erection.
She has no idea the effect of her closeness. My wolf, however, makes her wolf, Nana, restless and ready to be mated.
Adjusting Milena’s hair, I gain visibility of her face. My throat runs dry as I take in every detail of her features. Her long, sleepy lashes and the freckles lined across the bridge of her nose leave me wondering how beautiful a star shines through a lovely night.