The Alpha King's Captive: (A Steamy Werewolf Romance)

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th something akin to shame. Gwen's gasp at the sight of my back replays in my mind, driving me to the brink of madness. I kn

retract my claws an

push her to the back of my mind just as I'd done my wolf. It

nd till we checked i

t before she could turn those glittering green eyes br

dinner acros

and pauses. I see her pupils instantly dilate with pleasure. Apparently the females in Virginia are just

sure to bend low until she's sure I see the way her large bo

ss the counter along with a napkin. I don't need to tur

, I grab the food and head out, leav

the room, I feel a surge of

ssibilities. She mentioned a son. She

feeling tearing up my

w-

mes from the bathroom. "I'm sure

phone from where I'd kept it

loc

o it, tearing the door off its hinges

nd the curtain concealing the tub.

phone. "You hav

t's continuously slipping through her soapy fingers. When she finally does, she

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oing out of the city for a while... For a project. Yes." A pause as she listens to whoever's on the other end. "Just a week, or a few weeks. Honestly, I'm not sur

n't get back by then please buy him a banana cake. No, it's not that. We're going through all th

Her eyes are wistful and she seems far away, likely at

ts head. I open a palm and she

If I take you to your broth

art of me delights in it. "I hardly see why you'll want to

g. Maybe Arizona this time. It's populated with S

aid thi

t she move

fills me when I take in Gwen's deli

is a m

aze. I straighten suddenly, surprised at a new observation.

eyes enlarging like a d

igate the new discovery, she shifts

people. The colour's actu--" she cuts off, her eyes lasering on somethi

indeed. I shrug. Must've been

intment infiltrates her eyes when she takes in the broken door.

iscern it almost instantly. It's... Regr

I say. "What if you were

e door and she pins me w

ow thud sounds. H

immediately assembles different images of us and a low growl escapes my mouth, my wolf prowling. I ima

aise a brow when I see the

ized bed and pats the spo

hy

if to say 'Isn't it obvious?' "What does

s my nose and my eyes flutter close with pleasure. I fight the urge to grab a fistful of

gn. Someone

dn't allowed anyone touch me. There is still a li

ouch me deep enough. Her feather-light touches feel almost like settling for tortuous crumbs. I w