“Pass the bread, Irene,” Mom said, smiling across the table like everything was normal.
I handed her the basket, trying to keep my hand steady. We were all sitting together for the midday meal...me, Mom, Alpha Harlan, and a few other high-ranking wolves. The dining hall was loud with conversation and the clink of forks. I kept my eyes on my plate, but my body was screaming at me.
The heat was worse today. Much worse.
It had started as a low throb this morning, but now it felt like fire under my skin. My thighs kept pressing together under the table. My n*****s were hard against my top. Every time I shifted in my chair, a fresh wave of slick soaked my panties. The Siren-Wolf bloodline my father gave me was making it stronger than any normal heat. I could feel it in my bones.
Alpha Harla
