Hallway Confrontation

Sitting quietly in the corner of the pack house lounge, I gripped my ceramic mug, forced to endure the grating sound of the pack women openly lusting over my mate. They huddled together on the plush sofas, giggling and tossing around graphic fantasies about Kael. It took every ounce of self-control I possessed not to let a feral growl rip from my throat every time one of them called him dreamy or