Casey
Suddenly a lengthy, toned man with brown hair and eyes stood in front of me.
“Hello Alpha,” he gave me a bright smile, “we haven’t officially met, “my name is Wyatt”
I took deep breaths to try and calm myself.
“Casey,” I said, hoping to just slip around him and make it to the pack house.
“Where are you off to so fast?” He stepped in front of me.
“Sorry, but I’m in a bit of a hurry. I’m running late”
He grabbed my arm, holding me in place.
“What’s the big rush? Why don’t you come mingle with the pack? I’m sure we can,” he inhaled deeply, his eyes turning black, “get more personable”
“Sorry, but you’re definitely not my type”
“Oh,” he grinned, “what might your type be?”
“The type who can slam me against the wall and f**k me all night and day without breaking a sweat”
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