DALTON POV
Kai said "kill," but all I heard was "fu.ck."
Yeah. That word came out of those pretty lips like a dagger, but my brain twisted it into something filthier. Needier.
Because every inch of Kai's body screamed for attention, even if their mouth hadn’t caught up. The way their knees bumped into mine under the desk wasn’t an accident. The way their breathing hitched when I leaned close? Not defense. Anticipation.
Still playing hard to get? Cute.
I can play the long game.
My wolf was crawling under my skin, whispering the same damn thing on repeat.
MINE.
Even if Kai didn’t know it yet, not 18 yet.
Even if I couldn’t explain why my instincts screamed female when everyone else called Kai “alpha.” Even if my nose caught something hidden, buried, like Kai had locked away a secret
