Getting away with the Alpha's Pup

room with her, despite the hurt I knew it caused her. After all, I was still a hot-blooded male who saw how god-damned beautiful she was-every day. I didn't tru

r first time to be with someone who truly cared for her. And although I found her beautiful and desirable because of my parents and the

id, and he could see how she could be right for me if I only gave her a chance. Bert was only a couple of years older than Cherry. He'd hung around with her and had lessons with her when they'd been

I mean, where was the daredevil wolf he spoke about? If she was, how could she be okay with what fate had dished out to us? Where were her wolf's stubbornness and aggression? Why was she just rollin

hell lik

y, I'd been so pissed-off that my friend was trying to trap me into this oppressive lif

rd. My own Beta. Any other time I'd have fought back at such disrespect. But that nigh

other email, hoping to find so

sounded at the door.

her of her nightly habits, especially if I didn't join her

hard. Remember, it'll still be there in the morning,

er away. Her grey stare was pensive, but there was something else there. Fondness. I was struck

picked up the mug, bringing it to my lips, hoping

, and before I knew it, I'd downed it. As I brought the empty cup

damn

'd brought me. Usually, I left half-finished cups here in my study. I guess as

nplay what just happened.

corner of my mouth and then noticed Cherry's intent stare slippi

turning my attention back to the computer screen,

r voice husky, before picking

ce rang in my ears, and a while later, I realized that my fingers