Chapter Nine
Once in the shower, Rhetta’s skin was supersensitive as the beads of water rained down on her. She shivered at the thought of what made her so sensitized and sore. She even heard his growl in her head.
Wait! She heard his growl? In her house?
There it was again, that roaring, maniacal laughter that was barely human. She wasn’t dreaming it. Rory was downstairs in her house.
Rhetta hopped out of the shower and dressed quickly. She bounded down the stairs and there he was. He’d infiltrated her home and thrown her life further out of order.
Rory stood in her kitchen carving roast beef, which her father used to do. Jesus, the young alpha from the neighboring pack sat where her mother used to sit. Her mother sat in her father’s place. Pierce sat next to Viviane where Rhetta alw
