Veronica POV
By the time the sun dipped behind the tree line the following day, Veronica was already pacing her room—half dressed, half annoyed at how nervous she felt.
This wasn’t some pack summit. It wasn’t a mission briefing or a prisoner evaluation. This was dinner. With Brax. A man who made her body ache just by looking at her. A man who’d turned her brain to mush with nothing more than a whispered “Not like this” and a thumb brushing her bottom lip.
All day she’d thought about it. She’d barely been able to focus on anything Dominic or the contractors had said. And Brax? He knew. He’d smirked at her every time he needed to correct her, or help her out of her thoughts.
I’m yours… she repeated the words multiple times last night while orgasming. Yes, he was, and he was going to be h
