Ayla’s POV
“I’m sorry… I-I shouldn’t be here.”
I swivel on my heels, intending to flee, but a large hand clamps around my wrist, bringing me to a halt mid-step.
Alpha Kael pulls me closer, my body slamming into his solid, rock-hard frame.
Heat surges through me and my wolf purrs and stirs within me, releasing a sharp wave of desire rushing all through my body.
No, not now. I plead silently to the wolf within me. That’s when it hits me. The pull I’ve been feeling, that irresistible tug in my chest and gut—it’s coming from him. Alpha Kael.
“I know you feel it too,” he murmurs, his deep voice vibrating through my core. One hand presses against my waist, keeping me tethered to him, while the other grazes my temple in a gesture that feels tender and possessive.
Tender? Why would I think
