-NIA’S POV
Woodie did not pay that any mind. “I’ll take a kiss tonight and the rest you can give me after you see The Mole. That’s my fee to all women.”
The whoring son-of-a-b***h. I would rather die. A cold, sickening chill ran down my spine.
“Ian is having his fun. You could too. Let’s go to your room.” He flicked his head, smirking. His fingers lightly brushed up my arm. I shivered in repulsion.
"They said you are a good girl," Woodie growled with menace in his eyes. “I was going to make you mine, but I’ll just sample you and quit it.”
Who were they? Good girl? My heartbeat hammered in my chest, full of fear, but I wouldn’t let it eat at me. Survivors don’t crumble, I reminded myself. I let my wolf’s rage take over. My mouth burned as my canines grew.
I turned my body slightly to
