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Serena’s POV
I was losing my goddamn mind.
There was no other explanation
If not I wouldn’t be having s*x with a stranger who carely introduced himself to me as a wolf. That shouldn’t even have been possible if not for the proof that his golden eyes served as.
A wolf.
My brain refused to process it. No amount of tequila could explain how a massive, half-dead animal turned into a smirking, infuriating man currently stretched out on my bed like he owned the place.
It was all my fault. I’d let him f**k me this morning and now he felt entitled of some sorts. I’d let a wolf f**k me. How stupid was I? I should have just left his stupid sorry ass on the road, or in fact ran him over, and not bring him here and let him do unspeakable things to my body.
My body still ached from it though
