Levi POV
“Well, well, well. Would you look at that?” I mutter.
“At what, Your Majesty?” Aamon drawls, his nose buried in the ancient book he’s always carrying. He knows exactly how much I hate that title.
I ignore him and keep my focus on the female walking away.
The wolf my father is hunting just so happens to be the pretty little thing I’ve been thinking about all week.
Lila Thompson.
I never would’ve guessed she’s the one my old man is after. He wants her blood, but from the moment she entered my courtyard, I’ve wanted to kiss her.
Now I want to know exactly why she’s on my father’s s**t list—and then I’ll not only kiss her, but claim her as my own.
I’ve been itching for a fight with my father for years.
The fact that she managed to escape him is enough to pique my interest. Bu
