Command of the Wolf
Yep, that would be a mood killer…if the Alpha had ever been in the mood.
“Looks like I’ve landed myself in the House of Horrors,” the Alpha muttered.
“The House of Heights, actually.” I perched on the bed next to him, leaving enough distance between our thighs that he didn’t think I’d suddenly make a dive for his penis. “And I may not be some kind of pastor’s daughter, but I chose you because…” Why had I chosen him? “…I’m a rebel too.”
He tilted his head. “There’s more to being a rebel than just saying it.” “Maybe we’ll find that out together?” When he studied me warily, I sighed.
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