Alpha Wayland Reyrem:
This Alina… she’s completely melting my brain with her scent and presence. I’m acting like some lovesick fool and can’t do a damn thing to stop it. It feels like all the teenage hormones and rebellion I never got to experience are finally catching up to me now—in the worst possible way!
I… No, not me, my wolf—that i***t—waited in the maid’s room all morning like a lovestruck pup just to catch a glimpse of her. And while my wolf was practically purring with satisfaction, I was seething. Everything about her irritated me: that intoxicating scent of wild tulips, her sharp-tongued sass, and the insane fact that she wasn’t even afraid of me. Me! The Alpha! The sheer absurdity of it all was infuriating.
But the wolf? Oh, he was practically wagging his damn tail. He liked
