Roan
She smells so good. Be nice to her, his wolf growled.
As if he wanted to be cruel to her. It took all of Roan’s strength not to press her against her apartment wall and ravish her the way he wanted. Seeing her shapely legs in that t-shirt had his inner teenager ready for any kind of action she’d give him.
Though she'd come willingly—sort of—he wasn’t stupid enough to think she was going to ride to the pack house without a fight. He ushered her toward his Jeep, and opened the door, gesturing for her to get inside.
Sullen curled her lip, but climbed inside, glancing around as he jogged around to the driver’s side. He felt like a creep forcing his mate to come back with him, and the way he cornered her like a scared animal.
But he’d run out of options.
Once Jacob told him abou
