The music and the raw sounds from the stage faded into nothing the second Collins’ hand closed around my wrist.
He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to.
One sharp tug and I was stumbling after him, my heels catching on the uneven floorboards as he dragged me through the crowd. People turned, eyes widening, but no one dared step in his way. His scent alone was enough to make even the boldest wolves shrink back — pure, dominant Alpha fury wrapped in cedar and storm.
I didn’t fight him. My body was already humming, p***y clenching around the memory of his fingers, my n*****s tight against the ruined dress.
We burst out the side door into the cool night. Collins didn’t stop. He kept walking, long strides eating up the distance, pulling me deeper into the trees until the lights and noise of the
