Goddess, he smells......
I didn't finish the thought. My fingers curled into the front of his coat without my permission.
Behind me, Megan made a sound like a strangled chipmunk.
I could practically hear the gears grinding in her skull. Her best friend—divorced, broke, a mother—clinging to the most feared Alpha in the territory like a koala on a tree trunk. And he wasn't peeling me off.
The whole pack swore Alistane Throne couldn't stand a she-wolf within three feet of him. And here he was, holding mine like I was made of glass.
Megan's eyes darted between us. I watched recognition click into place behind her expression.
Megan grabbed her phone off the table.
"You know what, I just remembered I left something at the supermarket down the street. I'll be back in like... an hour. Mayb
