The Alpha King's Captive: (A Steamy Werewolf Romance)
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t of frigid air blows in, causing me to pull the sheets tighter. I
the bathroom. I brush my teeth and take a quic
om, I stop short on seeing so
es my eye and I draw
I lift something to my
o be kidding
turning redder the more I see. A white tank top, a mini skirt, and a la
mmediately. I spin around, anger lacing m
ses up at the
lothes. Not the white slacks from Mount Pyre, or the ruined shir
my
...
nst the doorframe and drawls in that c
at
have fo
ing against that impossibly broad chest. The sleeves are rolled up, allowing for a view of masculine hands... The strong v
ed face, the only hint of softness on that s
I realize I've been star
bed, my earlier irritation re
e other option
ordlessly before I say, "Yo
s darke
a flush rises up my throat at th
dressed like this. I ne
that make you look lik
p. "Pencil skirts are
uld thi
at suppose
ive minutes, Gwen. Meet me
, feeling ridiculous. I slip on my clothes, gru
my face and exit the room, making my way past the rush of b
discern the restrained danger seething beneath that false civilized surface. The early morning sun catches on the planes of his fac
of energy slides down my spine and I l
and I grow nervous u
e diner. Tall glass windows. Wooden floorboards. F
me. Or more precisely, my long legs in the miniskirt. Low whis
it. A frightening snarl twists h
skull, I swoop in and drop into the seat opposite him
ring between a furious blue a
he underwear you bought, so
he tries to put tw
ostrils fl
at that moment. "W
say, trying my best to ignore th
is still staring at me openl
mains
n, I speak up. "He'll have the same thing I'm havin
nderstanding
ier words, "See s
blue. "Is your plan t
urself. It's just
s. I feel gooseflesh break out of my skin. I lean forward and his eyes
taken c
se. H
realize, seemed the type to take care of everything. The kind to have e
ldn't be sai
houghts. "You know," I say. "I should feel bad about the current state of my
"You name
u put it into perspective, they're almost the same thing. That is, taking into factor the fondness we have fo
eve we're having this conversation. The point is, I don't name my cars, and n
n throw my
nding chip for a hot minute, a conflicting expression on his face. I have a mind he's c
and he seems to conclude that he doesn't find it
concerting. I don't want to be anyon
g to do with the potent masculinity he exudes and more to do with the man
s plaything w
up around his heart, mine was bare, lai