Bella
I hadn’t meant to over hear their conversation. I had just gone into the kitchen to grab something for Dillon and the back door had been open a crack.
Not that any of their conversation made any sense. Mates, and fate and something about Wolves.
Wolves!
There weren’t any wild wolves left in Britain, as far as I knew they were hunted to extinction centuries ago. But I might be wrong. It wasn’t like I followed wolf conservation.
Grabbing the glass from the cupboard I headed back towards the living room. And straight into Drakes chest.
For the second time that night strong arms encircled my waist. And I found myself pulled flush against a rock hard chest.
But where heat radiated from Rhyder, Drake was cool to my touch.
At least he had clothes on though. So that was somethin
