The Alpha King's Captive: (A Steamy Werewolf Romance)
y tracks when I notice a shiny new sports car parke
hy
is why! How did you man
ve my
don't
f in the middle of a call, eyes on the outline of my breasts in the tight tank top. I jump w
lem if you'd just let me wear those p
his hold on my waist. My sk
ll away from him, wanting to
ather. I close my eyes when my nose catches a whiff of the
ks at me knowingly, then those liquid metal eyes fall down to my thighs. My already short skirt has ridden up, leav
f the hotel premise
your brother back? Apart from leading you to them, what other role do I play in your plan? If at
rmurs. "Are you normally t
there's rea
s seat, letting the car speed down. The low purr
ook. "You want a
t his tone. He's scheming. I
ou have to grant me
in my head. "Um,
cide the nature
e, the closer I am to getting back to Rylan. With the Hunters searching everywhere for me, we're both in deep sh
ttom lip, I n
ed note to his baritone. "
ou going to
er I'm don
mp my feet down on impulse. "
lips tilt up. "Cat
n't answer my question. This m
ou're satisfied with it wasn't part
ther. With a heavy exhale I
mouth. In a hoarse voice
e w
you sai
my mind and I redden. "W
my ears burn, "At the hotel, you said you wore no panties.
with something else. Somethin
" His voice i
the apprehensive buzz going around
them. "Wider," he orders. M
der, until I feel the cool
ses a ha
my back pressed tight against the door, skirt bunched around my waist, Malcolm's raging bl
rack. My eyes widen when I make out the top of th
lco
d. Just when my legs snap shut, he growls an
he's cu
a moment non
e of the car as it br
hrough me, along with a heavy dose of reality. I s
tter a silent F*ck. My face burns whe
ed. You asked to see... to see me. Not to to
gretful, confused. "I'm sorry.
hocked at t
ietly, "Can I call home today? I..
't hesit
oat. I don't know why
the window, my fists
e to a stop. Blinking open my eyes, I make out a hotel. Mayflower Inn, one
m's stern profile. "We won'
been an annoying fly on his
lect our keys. I am in the proce
iliar
w in and I straighten, a ne
ht there. What
ab my phone, I snap my gaze around, searching for any sign of Malcolm. My gaze draws down to the phone screen a
the fir
ht not be anything but I've noticed a black van around the neighborhood since you left. It
est, growing louder each s
Now I know a lot about them. People talk. Enough word has gotten out about them. Not strange at all. What'
mb mechanically cli
y'd broken into the house. Guess is they were looking for him." Her voice veers off and I hear her talking to someone in the background. "Yes,
cousin's in New Jersey. She stays at No. 14 Penn Street in Lakewood. It's
ight train. Soon I'm heading out of the room, thoughts flying around my head. For a mo
ght. Minutes fly past and I get a good distan