CORRIGAN
“Who’s there?”
“Rodrigo.”
“Bastard.” Kate cursed in her breath and made it to the door to open it for the eunuch fellow and know what he came for.
“Good morning.” His greeting came before the door went open. “Is the alpha’s woman awake?”
I wonder why he didn’t just call me exactly what I am. I am the alpha’s mistress, not his woman. He had chosen me to play him the role of a legal harlot who warms the bed of a man who doesn’t bear his mark.
“She is busy…about to go take a warm scented bath.” She stuttered.
I have no idea why she and Rodrigo were so much of cat and rat, just like we the werewolves detest the vampires who lurk in the dark caves in the time and rule the woods and roadsides at night.
We don’t have them in our woods, because we always keep an eye on our woods,
