After dinner, I came in with Alpha Kane. I found something suspicious about him.
Those dark, sleek locks of Alpha Kane's hair partially hid his sable eyes, which seemed to pierce my defenses.
Alpha Kane didn't move or speak for several irritatingly long seconds before wrapping his powerful, muscular arms around me, pressing me tighter against his flat, hard chest.
It felt like the air had completely left my lungs as his head lowered and his soft lips brushed my temple.
Alpha Kane's feverish breath fanned my face, sending shivers down my spine. The wolfish cologne mingled with the scent of cigarette smoke, and that didn't help either.
I nodded stupidly, but I couldn't relax. That bastard
Alpha was making me nervous.
Alpha Kane's hands stroked my back in a warming rhythm, and this time he said, "Relax!"
Did Alpha Kane sense the tension in my body?
