Alora's Windsong
And his eyes—goddess, his eyes—were a molten gold that seemed to see straight through me, sharp and hungry, like a predator sizing up his prey.
Jag was tugging at me to go to him. But I froze, Alpha's words screaming in my head..“No breeding out!!” His only rule, and I was about to break it, Goddess help me, I’m in over my head. Jag agreed with a heat of her own.
“Nice ride,” he said, his voice low, edged with heat. “Ninja 350, right? Didn’t think anyone else on this mountain had taste.”
My heart stuttered. He’d noticed my bike before he’d even noticed me.
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