To Tame The Alpha
His blond hair was tousled, and a cream moustache formed over his upper lip as he sipped his coffee.
“Ready?” he asked as soon as he saw me, his gaze lingering on me more than necessary. I was wearing shorts and a tank top. I was ready, but to lick that cream from his lips. I swallowed and nodded, stifling my unwarranted emotions. We drove to the training grounds in his jeep in the north of the pack grounds
As I walked into the training grounds, nerves rattled my belly. The area was massive with stone floors, wooden dummies, weapon racks, and it was filled with muscle-bound wolves sparring in groups. Some shifted into partial wolf form, some in human form.
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