Raine POV
I hate this man. I hate, hate this man. He’s arrogant, smug, and has the perfect response to every jab I throw at him. But what really grinds my soul is that he keeps calling me his “babydoll.”
Or maybe…
“Or you mean the very fact that you love the most. You’re literally wet like a w***e just by his voice…” The wolf in my head purred, her tone dripping with mischief.
My cheeks heated instantly. “Get the f**k out of my head, you useless thing! We’re stuck in a hole with poisoned spikes and a half-dead Lycan, and there’s literally nothing you can do to help us out!”
“Fine,” she sighed dramatically, “I’ll leave… just quit yelling already. Goddess, you’re loud.”
“Tell me, Babydoll…” His voice broke through my spiraling, low and husky, so close to my ear it sent a shiver down m
