Chapter 29
Prue After school, I slid into Andrew’s car like nothing was wrong with the world and gave him a few clipped directions to reach Tom’s house. No explanation, no details, just commands. He gripped the steering wheel tighter every time I said “left” or “straight,” and honestly, I savored it. When we pulled up, I didn’t hesitate – I popped the door open and jumped out, letting my miniskirt swish just enough to make his jaw clench. Yes, I was still rocking my se.xy wardrobe. Like I was about to let all my carefully chosen outfits go to waste just because my mate happened to be a grouchy Alpha with zero sense of humor. Please. If anything, my fashion was now a weapon. A sparkly, short-hemmed, leg-flaunting weapon. Because if there’s one thing I knew about men – wolf or not – it’s that they o
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