I was never drinking again. I went home with Azaire Shaw. The oldest, tatted, tanned and sexy Shaw brother? I could have done a lot worse but not him! He’s the enemy. The beta of the pack my Father wanted to destroy.
Azaire disappeared into the bathroom to change and I climbed out of the king-sized bed. Heat rushed to my cheeks as I recalled his solid muscles and his tattooed skin. His washboard abs were so perfect they had to be sculpted.
What would my Father think when he found out I was here? They would use it as an excuse to invade immediately. We couldn’t afford to invade the Blood Moon pack now not without the White Mountain pack’s support and I wasn’t in Neel’s good graces right now.
“How are you going to get home, princess?” Azaire asked, leaning on the bathroom frame.
I wished
