Scarlett
I’m in heat. I’m aroused. I’m probably insane.
But I’m not stupid.
Rhodes is trying to pretend that my heat isn’t getting to him, that he isn’t attracted to me. But he flinched when I touched his ass yesterday. Not in horror that a werewolf touched him. In panic because he liked it.
The Lycan King is attracted to me.
And I intend to make him suffer for it.
Why?
Because he made me his blood contract slave and while we are searching for Isabella and Violet, I’m going to get back at him for that.
I march behind him with a grin that refuses to die. My dress is still clinging to me like a desperate second skin, torn and damp in all the wrong places. My thighs ache, my chest is tight, and I’m positive the heat is melting my internal organs. But I have never felt more powerful.
