To Hate A Wolf Lord ( Wolf Lord Saga #1)

years

hapter of the children's book. I took a deep breat

hing as their faces filled with disappointment

drew, one of the children in my class asked, his

the clock on the w

s dark brown hair. "Maybe tomorrow. Tea

lutched the edges of their desks while their eyes stare at me sulkingly as if thei

ing them toward the door.

wn the hall. After the last child waved goodbye, I gathered the storybooks

asn't spat on. Where my parents'

phone buzzed

de

ach tig

rp sting in my wrist made the choice for me. The pain shot up my arm, searing hot. I glan

the club, th

onging for all

better. It

ng to ease the burn, but it only grew worse the longe

p voice drawled, smooth

," I said quickly.

he replied, and t

t eased but the ac

through the city. By the time I reached the club, it was already nig

, a cigarette between his lips. The smoke cur

ing the ash aside. "You've g

tightened.

curved his mouth. "Y

already had a bad

"Don't waste time and do your mak

ch churn. Was their any powerf

the mirror, I started doing my makeup when Reina walked in. Her sex

e. "Teacher Ava who thinks she can pay her way out of

rls joined i

ut it. I couldn't show my wolf out neither could I let anyone see my tattoo. I'd been hiding m

on her arm. "Better watch your back, Avaline. One of these days, I'm going

atening to force her way out. I clos

no

too was. I had done a good job of putti

from outside the dressi

he locker. Reina, the club's former princess barely left any space for

done!" I

ingered on me hungrily as he took in my outfit. He had wanted me for years. However tha

oo bad a high paying client wants you. Tonig

w cle

ath reeking of smoke and whiskey. "R

de my pulse quicken. That room was

d. The injection I had hidden earlier was still on me. I had used i

followed. As I neared the door marked 13, a strange shiver ran down my spine. My wol

ng was

e door handle an

hard as I enter

Orion Dr

his command echoed

bey

oice echoed roug

I pushed past the curtain. The moment I saw him, I fr

o his chest, muscles shifting beneath the fabric as he leaned back on the couch, his arms stretched casually alon

ght my parents were killed. My breath caught. Was he th

this. I couldn

le dance or lap dance?" I asked, keeping m

" he cor

ha

ld you to me." he said

could