Waking up to someone breathing down my neck wasn’t what I expected but I wasn’t the least surprised.
“Little wolf.”
It was Draven the first born lycan brother. And also my Mate as I have come to realize almost shockingly.
Me two weeks ago would NEVER had dreamed of such, but atlas here I was.
“Tell me how you came in contact with my brother. Did he take you prisoner from your pack?.”
I tried to sit up, my head bursting into a spitting headache as I groaned. His presence was maddening and his scent was causing a pool of heat between my legs.
His eyes snapped up to mine, as if scenting my arousal.
I cleared my throat and pressed my thighs together, willing myself to ignore The throbbing sensation at my core.
“He didn’t take me prisoner.”
His eyebrows shot up to his forehead, an indi
