Hunter tilted his head and looked at her. "Really?" he whispered, straightening up. "Come in, Marilyn Jameson. It seems we have a lot to talk about."
Finn took her hand, and she squeezed it before pulling away. She left the two men standing on the walkway as others approached. She didn't look to see who they were. There would be time for that later. Instead, she followed Hunter into the house. When he closed the door behind her, everything seemed to become clear.
She was standing at the Alpha's house.
Alone.
Her pulse quickened, but she didn't lower her head. She didn't feel the same need as with so many other dominants, and that must be because of who Hunter was to her... or at least who he could become.
Goddess, I hoped I wasn't making the wrong decision.
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