Charlotte Sanguinite POV:
I usually pride myself on being quite level-headed.
I try not to get into situations that could be troublesome or dangerous. My self-preservation instincts are quite honed now. However, it seems that whenever a certain wolf, Alpha, comes into the picture, I always make the wrong decision.
I never meant to go to dinner with him.
I never meant to get drunk around him.
And I certainly never meant to be standing here like this, in my kitchen, with him looming over me.
He’s not trying to threaten me. Whatever instinctual fear that passed through me when Robert opened this line of questioning had faded away into something darker, hungrier. His hands are on either side of me, caging me against the kitchen counter, his hard-muscled body pressing into my softer one.
