Whenever I accidentally meet that predatory amber gaze, I feel this strange itching under my skin, and my normally sturdy grasp on my magic wavers.
Is it because I’m attracted to him?
I shake off the thought as soon as it flickers through my head because it sounds ridiculous. This man is not the first person I have been attracted to. Normally, my taste in men is s**t, so the fact that I am lusting after an Alpha—and a wolf Alpha at that—just goes to show my poor judgment in men.
I keep scratching my skin, however, and when I look down after an hour, my brows furrow at the mess I’ve made of it.
“Allergy?” Gina, one of the new night hires, asks.
Gina is part elf, with a human mother. But that’s elves for you, planting their seeds in every unsuspecting human female they come across.
