"Roarak Halfhide of the Halfhide pack understands his duty. He’s found his pack a home, now he just needs to keep them safe and fed. It doesn’t matter that Sam, one of the workers at Cup o’ Sugar, makes him want to shirk his duties and spend his time sipping coffee in one of the booths.
He doesn’t even like coffee.
But things don’t always go as planned, and when there is a threat to Sam, Roarak can’t pretend to be just another coffee-loving customer. He has to protect his mate."
Cup o’ Sugar By Ofelia Gränd Roarak Halfhide of the Halfhide pack grabbed the hem of his T-shirt to wipe the sweat off his forehead. “I’ve had enough. Let’s call it a day.” He dropped his hammer on the ground and unbuckled the tool belt. The sweltering heat made him dizzy. If it didn’t rain soon, he’d go mad. “Are you sure?” Zev Nightfall, Roarak’s beta, was staring at the playhouse they’d been hired to build. “There’s not much left, a couple of hours overtime and we’ll be done.” His icy blue eyes met Roarak’s for a moment before looking away as any lower-ranking wolf should. Some had a hard time meeting his gaze at all, but Zev was strong, and he glanced away out of respect, not because he had to. The Halfhide pack was small and most of the neighboring packs didn’t acknowledge them a
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