TURNED BY THE ENEMY PART 4
The welcome feast was torture. Angel sat at the edge of the long table, scarf tight around her glowing bite mark, thighs squeezed together as fresh slick soaked through her panties. Seven stood at the head beside Elara, the elegant, smiling omega from the neutral pack. Every polite word between them made Angel’s wolf snarl.
Seven’s golden eyes kept flicking to her. “I can feel your heat through the bond,” his voice growled in her mind. “Stay still or I’ll drag you out right now.”
Angel shifted, her eyes daring him to follow his own words. she bite down hard on her lip as another cramp hit. “Then do it. I’m dying here.”
Elara leaned closer to Seven, touching his arm. “The ceremony tomorrow will seal our future, Alpha. I’m ready to be yours.”
Angel’s claws dug
