Grovel for Me, Alpha
Their wild, unkempt fur cloaks and aggressive, unbonded Alpha scents immediately trigger the alarm bells in her wolf.
"Well, well, look at what walked into our alley," the lead rogue sneers, his yellowed eyes scanning her short, voluptuous body. "A plump little female carrying bags of silver jewelry all by herself."
Elira clutches the heavy bags against her plush chest, backing away until her spine hits the cold stone wall behind her. "Get back! I am a manager of the Ravenshade Moon Dominion!"
"You're in rogue territory now, female," the male growls, stepping closer as his claws extend from his knuckles. "Hand over the bags, and maybe we'll let you satisfy our pack heat before we let you go.