Charles
The moment I stepped into the room I knew I had made a mistake. Her scent had hit me like a punch to the chest, warm and sweet and drenched with arousal. My wolf rose instantly, clawing and pacing, demanding I go to her. Demanding I take what is mine.
Molly is sitting on the bed with her cheeks flushed and her hair a little messy. She drags the blanket over her thighs like she can hide the truth from me. My wolf is howling at the sight. My mate looks wrecked in the most beautiful way. She has no idea what that does to me.
“What do you mean?” her voice trembles as she tries to look innocent. It only makes things worse.
I take a step toward her. My control stretches thin. “You know exactly what I mean,” I tell her. My voice comes out deeper than I intended. “Your body is calling
