VLADIMIR
The moment Ivy pulled the blanket over her head and announced she would be fine, something inside me tightened; not the relief I expected, but a startled sort of disbelief.
Could that mean she was being honest? Could it mean she wasn't staring at me with that predatory sort of desire other she-wolves wore like perfume?
Surprising.
Other she-wolves would have leapt at the invitation I’d practically handed them. Ivy simply shrugged it off.
I felt a sourness coil in my gut. After everything, I had offered her an opening and she had refused it. The thought of that disgusted me. She was Alpha Hunt’s daughter, I should remember that and stop letting the mate bond blur my judgment.
I laid back on the bed the right way, trying to settle, and felt it: a soft, cold current running thr
