Meanwhile, Alpha Edward huddled in the bushes, studying the big house in the midst of nowhere.
It had a lot of brickwork and fluted columns, like most colonial homes, and a double row of lofty windows that would give savage nightmares. There was a huge front terrace and a sweeping drive lined with oak trees, as well as a heated pool behind the five different garages.
A great place for a rogue, but Edward wasn't interested in architecture.
Instead, he tested the late fall air, striving futilely to ignore the overwhelming aroma of cinnamon that seeped through his body like the best aphrodisiac, and focused on the bastardly lycan f*****g wolf that had dared to kidnap him.
He might have escaped, but he wasn’t the forgive-and-forget type.
"The f*****g wolf’s inside," he said.
"Bloody hell
