Kirill
He leaned against the wall, breathing heavily. Taking his phone, he dialed a number.
“Gray, get up here immediately with the guys. I’m at the café. Take the red-haired girl away from here—you’ll smell her right away. Be quick. Otherwise I won’t be responsible for myself, and then we’ll have to deal with much bigger problems.”
Ending the call, Kirill pressed his back to the wall, breathing in fresh air and trying to calm down. The wolf was tearing him apart from the inside, demanding that he go back and pounce on that curvy girl. It was ridiculous. Absolute madness.
His men appeared in the distance, and he let out a relieved breath.
“What’s going on, boss?”
“Go inside and you’ll find out. Just don’t inhale too deeply.”
They stared at the Alpha in confusion, trying to understan
