Chapter 87

Valerie pov

Holy mother of werewolves!

One moment I was admiring those sculpted v-lines disappearing beneath that towel, and the next, I was pinned against the wall with little to no space between the Lycan King and me.

And by no space, I meant I could feel his damp body pressed firmly against mine, his face just inches from mine.

As I looked up at him, his wet hair hung slightly over his eyes.