Getting away with the Alpha's Pup

thing wrong with me. Dylan hadn't shown any sign of being attracted to me. He didn't seem remotel

room door, his dark eyes claiming mine before he took me in his arms and kissed me. But that's where the fantasy petered out as it so

th

up with the idea that things between us would just happen. It's not that I'd intentionally kept myself for Dylan, but I suppo

beginning to lengthen as spring sprung. But soon, the days would be longer, and there'd be more time in

went about seasoning the meat and the rich smell filled the kitchen, fondness pulsed through me. I had gotten to know Dy

Bert, Dylan's Beta, was dropping off keys, there was a high likelihood he'd be staying for dinner. I smiled, thinking of the easy-going shifter, who had a habit of visiting around meal times. He was only a couple of years o

hing a movie. Occasionally, when our friend was around, Dylan seemed to forget his coldness that he

asn't that late, and he'd said there was a lot to finish. I settled for pouring myself a glass of wine

d finished. Getting them, I had soon scattered the previously bare leather couch with my completed creations. Seeing the finished products in their intended place made me pleased with my afternoon's work at my dad's house. I could have moved my sewing machine h

ver I wanted in this room, the kitchen, and my bedroom. The exceptions were his room and the study. Gradually, the house had been softened. As I took

eps in the hall announced him. My heart quickened.

er's ready," I said

ad a big lunch." As if he could see my disappointment, he threw out

returned with a bottle of water. H

ed too, but not wanting to waste food, I forced myself to fill a plate. But with only the sound of my scr