“Jensen,” Connor growled in her ear as they walked into the pack house,” Please go put some real clothes on, I know these lions are your family, but your brothers are staring at you...hard.”
Oh, so that was the problem. ”I’m yours?” she crossed her arms, raising a brow.
“Yes,” he growled, as he dragged his palm across her cheek. “You are mine, Jensen; mine to love, mine to cherish, mine to protect, and that is what I’m doing right now, protecting my woman, so please…”
“Well, since you put it so nicely,” Jensen stepped toward the stairs, not wanting to keep anyone waiting any longer, went to her room, and changed into a t-shirt and jeans, with a very conservative bra, then pulled her hair up in a loose bun. It was time to face the truth she so wanted to hear.
In the Common Room, everyon
