Prue
I reluctantly walked behind the Alpha boy, still fighting a whole internal war about whether I should have refused him outright, just said no and slammed the door in his face with enough dramatic flair to echo through the pack house for days, because honestly, that would have served him right and probably felt cathartic in a way yoga and breathing exercises never could.
As I looked at his back I remember our interaction during that break. He pissed me off with that outwardly untouchable façade while standing far too close to me, seeping his warmth into my cold bones, smelling like some kind of da.mn possession potion and almost brushing his lips against my skin – and suddenly, instead of squashing him like a cockroach under my boot, I had the crazy inappropriate urge to ride him lik
