Chapter 22

Iris

When Trenton carries me outside, I shiver at the cold. I know he is my Alpha and not my boyfriend, but I am so frozen that I am desperate. I reluctantly snuggle closer to his warm, naked chest. It doesn’t go unnoticed by Trenton, who gives me a look that hints at amusement.

“Werewolves usually don’t get cold,” he says quietly with a gleam in his eye.

I think he meant to be playful, but I can’