The Wrong Brother's Bite
“The two royal brothers fought over your honor, and the big, fat fuckboy won.”
“That is not how it happened,” I whisper.
“Perception is reality in the pack,” Roderick chuckles. “And speaking of what happens after the ceremony—”
“That is enough, Roderick,” I cut him off fast. Roderick runs the Mooncrest Artisan Hall with me, so he gets away with murder, but my skin grows hot at the thought of Clay’s hands on my body tonight.
“I am just saying,” Roderick crouches down by my hair, his dark eyes sparkling. “You get the throne, the Alpha Moonkeep, and a massive, hot wolf who knows how to use his weight in bed. Stop complaining.”